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Big steps

Lando Norris x Royal!Reader

Face claim: girls on Pinterest + Taylor swift (for outfits)

Summary: meeting the royal family a big step for Lando, especially when they are your girlfriends familie… and the media is there too

Word count: 1987

Warning: hate?, not proofread

A/N: this is the fic for the results of the poll! I hope you like it. I chose England as the country because I thought it would be interesting with the whole akte Middleton thing. I do not know a lot about the real royal family but this is how i imagine it.

Also reader will be the oldest daughter of Princess Kate and prince William she will be 22 years old. I know this will not be logical with the time line of them being married and stuff but we will just ignore that.

Y/n knew that her life was different, she was the princess nonetheless. But she didn’t expect this.

She had always loved motor sports and when she got the chance to attend a race in her country she always did.

But still she didn’t see this coming. It all happened so fast. First them meeting, him not knowing who she was so making a fool out of himself. Then Agee that him figuring it out and still liking her for her. Not het status or fame, no just her. Then them continuing to talk for a while. And then a few months after him asking the big questions, her saying yes and the now.

Het introduceren het boyfriend Lando Norris to her family. And of course he had met them already. They where the royal family of England his home land after all. But still, this was different.

Because now he will be introduced as her boyfriend. And that was pretty big thing for him, he will first be meeting her parents and with the recent controversy surrounding princess Kate that will be a bit nerve wracking for him. But after that it will be a bit more relaxing and he will meet her siblings.

But he knew this would come eventually, he was dating the princess so he should meet the royal family eventually. And now that it had been a few months since him asking her it was about time for him to meet them.

So when Lando arrived at the gates of Adelaide Cottage and saw y/n standing there in her full beauty with her gorgeous yellow flower dress he knew he was in for a rollercoaster.

So after taking a deep breath he walked forward to his girlfriend to meet her family.

“Het Lan. You ready?” She asked with her charming smile and her kind voice.

“Yeah. Just a bit nervous.” He said with a small laugh trying to not make it awkward.

“Hey it’s going to be alright. They are going to love you and you are going to see that the royal family is not just a bunch of rich people that rule the country.” She said teasing him a bit with his Nieves but still keeping it light.

“Okay. I’m ready love.” He said now being a bit more relaxed with what the princess said.

“Okay. Come on I will show you around first and then you can meet my parents.” She said while grabbing his hand and gently tugging him towards the garden. “We should go around the garden first and then I will show you the inside, but there might be a chance we will run into my family so that’s why I will first show you the outside.”

“Okay that’s good” Lando said while walking after her. “Hey y/n…?” Lando asked now nervous again with what he wanted to ask.

“Yeah? What is going on love?” She asked wanting to know what her boyfriend was nervous about.

“Umm… have you’re family said anything about me?” He asked now a bit embarrassed about asking. But he wanted to know because they were her family after all. So if they already thought something about him then he wanted to know so that he knew how to make a good first impression.

“Well they asked about you yeah. And they asked the basic things and did a background check. But they think you are all good. They only know the basic facts and a few of the things I have told you.” She said smiling a bit while talking. Thinking it was cute with how he was so worried with how they will think about her.

But the princess knew that they would like the driver. They did to the search because you wouldn’t want the princess to date a serial killer. But they did it and he was all good. And with a few things she told them about. They seem to be excited about meeting him. But it is maybe not the best time with princess Kate recently being diagnosed with cancer and with the loads of controversy around the family. But now that it was all revealed it was about time for them to meet her boyfriend of 9 months.

She also knew that it was almost a year in there relationship and that he I shuts know meeting her family. But with them both being busy they just hadn’t hat the time.

“Okay that’s good.” The driver said now being relaxed again. But still having doubts in his mind.

After that they walked around the garden and talked a bit more.

When they were done outside they got to the entrance and she showed him the inside.

When she showed his most of the house, he only had a few more rooms to see. But she knew that her family would be in those rooms. So she stood still for a second to talk to him.

“Okay Lando. On that room will be my parents. Are you ready?” She asked a bit nervous for him. She knew that they would like- no even love him.

“I think I am. Just mentally prepared myself” he laughed a bit while saying the last bit. He was less nervous than when he arrived but it still isn’t fully gone.

“Hey it’s going to be fine. My parents are probably the most nerve wracking but when we meet my siblings it will be a lot better.

Lando thought about it and prepared a bit more. He took a few deep breaths and then looked up at his princess again. “Okay I’m ready”

“Okay, come on in.” She said with a smile squeezing his hand softly and leading him in to the room. She opens the door slowly after looking at him one last time.

“Hey, we are here” y/n said tugging Lando in the room with her and then closing the door. Her parents sat at the table at the room and when they saw them they stood up and walked to them.

“Hello Lando, it’s good to finally meet you.” Prince William said to Lando while shaking his head.

“Hello Lando it’s nice to finally meet you. We have heard a lot about you.” Princess Kate said with a smile on her face while shaking her head after her husband was done.

“Hello it is an honour to meet you.” he said with a shy smile after shaking the royal pair’s hands.

The youngest princess in the room smiled at her boyfriend and her parents. She was happy that they finally met.

After a bit of ice breaking with small talk they were all a lot more comfortable with each other.

After what seemed really short but was actually an hour Lando and y/n decided that they should meet her siblings. So they said goodbye to her parents and made a promise to meet again and then walked a bit further into the house to the next room with her siblings.

Lando was a lot less nervous to meet them. He met her parents and that was good so meeting Prince George, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis would also be alright.

Once they came to the room his girlfriend turned to him. “Okay this will be more relaxing. They know you and will probably first be a bit protective but then they will be more teasing. So nothing to worry about.” She said while smiling.

“Okay. I’m ready love” Lando said feeling relaxed with his girlfriend.

She opened the door and they walked in. Her siblings turned to her and immediately stood up. They walked towards the pair and inspected Lando immediately.

“So you are Lando? Y/n’a boyfriend?” Princess Charlotte asked.

George begin talking immediately after. “Wait are you the racing driver?” He asked getting a bit excited with that he and his sister both like Formula 1.

Lando didn’t even get to speak because Prine Louis began talking “so you are the man she can’t stop talking about” he said with a teasing smile.

Y/n was already beginning to get tired with them so interrupted them before they were going to overwhelm Lando with questions. “Okay guys stop with all that. Yes this is my boyfriend, Lando. Lando this is George, Charlotte and Louis. Guys this is Lando. And yes George he is the racing driver. And Louis don’t say that.”

“Hello everyone” Lando said already going in to his being with kids mode a bit.

After the first bit of the awkward conversation it all became better and y/n was right. They were now a lot more teasing instead of protective. But it was still fun.

And they asked a lot of questions. Like ‘what was it like with Lewis Hamilton?’ ‘Have you really not won a race?’ ‘What is it like being a F1 driver?’ And Lando was able to answer every one of them. And he enjoyed it a lot. He enjoyed hanging out with his girlfriend and her siblings. And enjoyed there questions and there small arguments and teasing bond.

After what again felt quite short but what was actually 2 hours they decided that it was a long enough day and said goodbye to her siblings. They again promised to meet again and now walked outside to the car.

“So what did you think?” y/n asked with a small smile thinking back with how good he was with her family.

“It was great. They are all very kind and it was better than expected.” Lando said while looking at his girlfriend. While talking they walked to the car (with of course a private driver).

Once they came to the car he opens the door for her and they stepped in. “That’s great!”

While talking they didn’t notice people taking pictures. And that was a bit of a problem, because while they are dating for quite a while. They have not yet announced it. They will eventually but they wanted to wait a bit and see where it was going. Even a lot of the drivers didn’t know that they were dating. The only people on the grid that knew was the McLaren team, his teammate and Carlos. All because McLaren needed to know so they could keep it private, Oscar knew because she was in the garage a few times (in secret) and so he had questions and then Lando explained. And Carlos knew because Lando and him are great friends so he just told him.

So if it came out that it was them then that would be problematic.

But because they didn’t know they didn’t really care. So they drove to her house and they spent the rest of the day together.

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After the tweets Lando and y/n (together with their PR teams) decided that it was time for them to go public. So they took pictures, made a caption and posted it

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Instagram

Lando Norris and the royal family

Liked by: GeorgeRussel, maxverstappen and 20.000.000 others

We are proud to announce that Princess Y/n and Mr.Norris are happily in a relationship and they are happy to finally show it to the world.

Comments are limited

Maxverstappen: Why do I only hear about this now?

GeorgeRussel: Lando Some explaining please?

CarlosSainz: I am happy to say that in knew all along!

Oscarpiastri: finally announcing it? Happy for you both! (I also already knew!)

McLaren: Happy for the (kind of) new couple! (Admin also already know!)

After finally announcing that they were dating Lando got a lot of messages from confused drivers. And the couple had a fun time laughing about it.

Lando explained it to them and when Y/n made her first paddock appearance at his home race as his girlfriend. Let’s just say it was a wild day.

But they knew they could live trough it. And with Lando now having met her family and her eventually having met his and the drivers they where very happy and knew that they where many to be.

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Bonus:

A/N: This is a longer fix than the last. But I deeply like it! I hope you also like it! I really tried to make it as long as possible but still make it fun. I also personally really like the twitter ‘beef’ between user6 and user7. Let me know what you think! And please Like comment or reblog! I would love feedback

I am not really happy with how it turned out but I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me if I made an error or something!

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royal news | charles leclerc

princess of monaco series

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y/nroyalnews Y/N arriving back to Monaco this week for a charity event. It hasn’t been confirmed if her boyfriend, Charles Leclerc, will attend as well.

gaslypierreeee i want to be her when i grow up

sainzznias the most unproblematic person

f1updatesnow i think the only ‘problematic’ thing she ever did was publicly break up with her bf at the time because he cheated on her with her cousin 😭 and then she did her own version of a revenge dress like diana it was iconic

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y/nscloset throwback to this iconic moment with princess y/n after she broke up with her boyfriend of three years. she wore this to a royal event in 2017.

forevery/n LOL CHARLES LIKED

f1lilylec I’ve never been interested in monarchy until i saw that Charles started dating a princess

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Charles looked at the tweet on Lando’s phone. Y/n hadn’t told him anything about her father stepping down from his royal duties. He wasn’t mad, he was nervous, scared, confused. Was he going to have to break up with her? A formula 1 driver couldn’t be part of the royal family. Or could he?

“Hey, prince charles!” Daniel greeted his monegasque friend.

Charles handed Lando his phone back. “Everyone knew about this, but me?��

Daniel took a seat next to Charles. “Don’t worry, my parents don’t know. So, when’s your coronation?”

Charles chuckled. “Probably never. I haven’t spoken to Y/n. Her family might want us to break up because someone like me isn’t fit for someone like her.”

“There’s always a first for everything. You can be the first formula 1 driver turned prince. Just don’t send scary men after me if I accidentally push you off the track. I’m too young and pretty to die.” Lando joked.

“Mate, none of that will happen because I’m not going to marry y/n.”

Daniel choked on his own spit while Lando gasped.

“Are you crazy?”

“What did you say?”

Charles sighed. “I can’t marry her. She needs someone that isn’t traveling like crazy, someone that can be there for her when she needs it the most. We barely see each other anyways. I love her, but we aren’t meant to be together I suppose.”

“You two will find a way to work out.”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x reader #cl16 x reader #ferrari #princess of monaco series #royal!reader #princess!reader

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Royal News

quinn hughes x royal!reader

note: these two. i just-

November 22, 2023

Written by TMZ team

Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/n of Cambridge as well as the Duke and Duchess of Sussex made a surprise appearance at the Vancouver Canucks game last night.

The Princess has been on quite the anticipated tour, starting in Ottawa this past spring, heading east then ending in Victoria where she'll leave for later today.

Before the game the prince and princess had dropped the puck at the ceremonial puck drop, or rather not dropped the puck as Prince Harry had to be told to.

But it wasn't the prince's embarrassing story that's making headlines today, it's the Princess of Cambridge leaving with the Canucks captain, Quinn Hughes.

Hughes is an American hockey player, a couple years younger than our princess, but nonetheless we would love this couple together.

We know King Charles is never one to come become his children and love, we can only assume the King will be even more supportive than he was with the Duchess of Sussex. Hughes has never been married and on paper would make a great fit for our outgoing and adventures princess.

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Quinn was on FaceTime with his brothers, they were in a hotel room in Michigan just having come back from their morning skate. Luke happened to go on his phone and see articles about his brother and the princess.

"Were you ever gonna tell us your dating a princess?!"

"We're not dating. That was my first time meeting her." The oldest said, rolling his eyes slightly, though his brothers ignored his obvious annoyance and continued their questions.

"And she came home with you?!" "Damn, Quinny!"

Rubbing his hand over his face, Quinn defends himself, "Shut up. It wasn't like that. We just talked, and got to know each other."

“Yeah? ‘Got to know each other’ how?” Jack said in his usual teasing voice with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, just talked- she’s coming out to Seattle in a couple days and-” “Shit! No way, dude.” Luke came into frame now, sitting next to Jack on the hotel bed. Jack elbowed Luke slightly, telling the boy to give him space before he looked back at Quinn on the screen, “And how exactly did you pull this off?”

“I have no idea, she was just waiting outside the dressing room after the game and asked me out. It was a little awkward ‘cause her security guys were right there the whole time.”

“In your apartment?” “No Lukey, outside the dressing room. They were outside the apartment the whole night though.” Jack’s head shot up at this, “She stayed the night?!”

“Yeah, but nothing happened. I’m not you.” “Fuck off.” “We talked all night and we watched a couple movies.”

Jack and Luke seemed to have got, maybe not exactly what they wanted, but got out all the questions they wanted to ask out.

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Abby

@/abby_hughes43

Quinn is with a LITERAL PRINCESS????

Elaine @/rowdy8643 replying to @/abby_hughes43 if this is who beats me to him? i respect it

maddy @/speaknoww replying to @/abby_hughes43 Y/n 😍😍😍

georgia @/i.love.ur.son replying to @/abby_hughes43 she's a princess??

jenny @/dysdale_hughes11 replying to @/i.love.ur.son she's apart of the british royal family

Jay @/colefeeling22 replying to @/abby_hughes43 we don't know if they're together

emma @/87_crosbysgf replying to @/colefeeling22 girl...

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Our love in every timeline

Synopsis: To everyone's knowing, in every universe Mammon and Mc are meant to find each other no matter what (in the original timeline of Om!swd, in the timeline of S3 and aswell as in Nightbringer), so they're like soulmates right? So what if they met in a sort of Royal!AU, with Mc being of a royal family and a villager Mammon trying to seduce them?

Characters; pairing: Mammon x gn!Mc Warning/TWs: None I think

Genre/Tropes: fluff; established relationship

Content: gn!reader; gn!mc; they/them pronouns

You were attending a buffet at the castle, surrounded by lords and ladies from all over the kingdom. As a member of the royal family, you had grown accustomed to these types of events, but you still found them to be tedious and boring. You were about to excuse yourself from the party when you saw him.

He was standing in the corner, a little bit out of place among the nobles. He had a mischievous grin on his face and his eyes were sparkling with mischief. You couldn't help but be drawn to him. You made your way over to him and struck up a conversation.

His name was Mammon, and he was from a small village on the outskirts of the kingdom. He and his brothers had come to the castle to try the food at the buffet, which they had heard was the best in the land. You found his story fascinating and you enjoyed talking to him. You were surprised to find that he was funny, charming, and intelligent, despite his rough exterior.

As the night went on, you found yourself drawn to Mammon more and more. You couldn't explain it, but there was something about him that made you feel alive. You laughed at his jokes and listened intently as he talked about his life in the village. You could tell that he was nervous around you, but he tried his best to hide it.

As the night wore on, you and Mammon found yourselves talking more and more. You didn't even notice the other guests leaving, so engrossed were you in each other's company. You talked about everything from politics to the latest gossip in the kingdom. You found yourself fascinated by his opinions and his insights.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourself reluctant to say goodbye to Mammon. You knew that you shouldn't be spending so much time with a commoner, but you couldn't help yourself. You were falling for him, and you knew that it was dangerous. You could see the same feelings reflected in his eyes, but he tried to hide them as best he could.

Over the next few days, you found yourself thinking about Mammon constantly. You had been spending more time with him lately, and you were starting to realize that you had a lot in common.

One day, while you were walking in the castle gardens, you saw Mammon sitting on a nearby bench.

"Hey," you said, walking over to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping to run into you," he said, smiling. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

You felt a little nervous as Mammon spoke. You had been enjoying spending time with him, but you weren't sure what he wanted to talk about.

"What is it?" you asked.

Mammon took a deep breath. "I know that we come from different worlds, but I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me."

You felt a little surprised by Mammon's question. You had been enjoying spending time with him, but you hadn't thought of him in a romantic way.

"I don't know," you said, feeling a little uncertain. "I mean, I like spending time with you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for a relationship."

Mammon nodded. "I understand. I just wanted to ask. Maybe we could start as friends and see where things go."

You smiled at Mammon, feeling a little relieved. You had been worried that he was going to confess his feelings for you, but you were glad that he had suggested taking things slowly.

"I'd like that," you said. "Let's start as friends and see where things go."

Mammon smiled back at you. "Great. I'm looking forward to it."

You spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the gardens with Mammon, feeling a little more relaxed now that you knew where you stood with him. You weren't sure what the future held, but you were excited to find out.

One night, you were sitting alone in your room, trying to focus on your book, but your thoughts kept drifting to Mammon. You couldn't stop thinking about him and the time you'd spent together.

As you read, you found your mind wandering to memories of Mammon. You remembered the way he had looked at you when you first met, how he had made you laugh, and how he had held your hand during your walks together.

You couldn't help but feel drawn to him. There was something about Mammon that made you feel alive and happy.

You put down your book and sighed. You knew that you shouldn't be thinking about Mammon so much. After all, you had only just met him. But you couldn't help the way you felt.

You got up from your chair and walked over to the window. You looked out at the beautiful view of the castle gardens, but your mind was still on Mammon.

You wondered what he was doing right now. Was he thinking about you? Did he feel the same way you did?

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You knew that you needed to focus on other things, but it was hard when your mind was so consumed by thoughts of Mammon.

As you stood there, lost in thought, you heard a knock at the door. You turned around to see Mammon standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face.

"Hey," he said, stepping into the room. "I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk?"

You felt a jolt of excitement at the sight of him. You couldn't believe that he was here, standing in your room.

"Sure," you said, trying to hide your smile. "I'd love to."

As you walked through the castle gardens together, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment. You knew that you were still getting to know Mammon, but you couldn't help feeling like you had found something special.

You didn't know what the future held, but you were excited to find out.

As you reached the end of your walk, you turned to Mammon.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now," you said, feeling a little sad that your time together had come to an end.

Mammon nodded, but he didn't say anything. You could tell that he was lost in thought.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, looking at him with concern.

Mammon hesitated for a moment before answering. "Yeah, everything's fine," he said, but you could tell that something was bothering him.

You didn't want to push the issue, so you said goodbye and began to walk away.

As you walked, you couldn't help but think about Mammon. You wondered what he was thinking about and if he was okay.

Meanwhile, Mammon was lost in thought. He couldn't stop thinking about you and the way he had felt when he was with you.

He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him. He didn't know what to do with these feelings, but he knew that he couldn't ignore them.

As he walked back to his house, he thought about all the things he liked about you. He liked the way you smiled, the way you laughed, and the way you looked at him.

He also thought about all the things that scared him. He was afraid of getting hurt, and he was afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way about him.

But despite his fears, he knew that he had to take a chance. He couldn't let his feelings for you go unacknowledged.

As he reached his house, he sat down and began to write a letter. He poured his heart and soul into every word, telling you how he felt and how much you meant to him.

He sealed the letter with a kiss and sent it off, feeling both nervous and excited about what might happen next.

A few days later, you received a letter in the mail. You recognized Mammon's handwriting on the envelope, and your heart skipped a beat.

You tore open the envelope and began to read:

«My dearest MC,

I hope this letter finds you well. I have been thinking about you constantly since the day we said goodbye, and I realized that I couldn't keep my feelings to myself any longer.

I know this might come as a surprise to you, but I have fallen deeply in love with you. Everything about you makes my heart skip a beat, and I can't imagine my life without you.

I know that we come from different worlds, and that there are many obstacles that stand in our way. But I am willing to do whatever it takes to be with you. I want to hold your hand, kiss your lips, and wake up next to you every morning.

I know that this might be too much too soon, and that you might not feel the same way about me. But I had to take a chance and tell you how I feel.

Please let me know your thoughts.

Yours always,

Mammon.»

As you finished reading the letter, you couldn't help but smile all the way to your ears. You had never felt this way about anyone before, and you realized that you had fallen in love with Mammon too.

You grabbed a pen and paper and began to write your response, pouring your heart and soul into every word. You wrote about how you felt about Mammon, and how much you wished that you could be together. You wrote about your fears and doubts, and about the obstacles that stood in your way.

But as you read over your letter, you realized that you couldn't send it. You wanted to tell Mammon how you felt, but you knew that words on a page could never truly express the depth of your emotions.

Instead, you decided to wait until you could see Mammon in person. You wanted to look into his eyes and tell him how much you loved him. You wanted to feel his arms around you, and to know that he felt the same way.

So you folded up the letter and put it away, deciding to wait until the time was right. You knew that Mammon was waiting for your reply, but you hoped that he would understand why you had decided to wait.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You missed Mammon more than ever, but you knew that you had made the right decision. You wanted to tell him how you felt in person, and you didn't want to risk the chance of miscommunication or misunderstandings that could come with written words.

Finally, the day came when you and Mammon were reunited. You saw him waiting for you at the train station, and your heart leapt with joy. You ran towards him, and he caught you in his arms, holding you tightly.

As you looked into Mammon's eyes, you knew that you had made the right decision. You didn't need words to express your love - it was written all over your face.

You spent the day together, exploring the city and catching up on all that had happened since you had last seen each other. And as the sun began to set, you found yourselves sitting on a bench in a quiet park.

Mammon turned to you, and you could see the love and adoration in his eyes. He took your hand in his, and you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for.

"I know that I said a lot in my letter," Mammon began, "And I don't want you to feel like you have to say anything back. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

But you couldn't keep quiet any longer. You looked deep into Mammon's eyes and said, "I love you too, Mammon. I have been waiting to tell you in person."

Mammon's face lit up with joy, and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You knew that there would be challenges ahead, but you were ready to face them together.

As you walked hand in hand through the park, you knew that this was just the beginning of your love story. And you were grateful that you had waited to express your feelings in person, rather than through a letter.

As your relationship with Mammon continued to grow, you knew that it was time to meet his brothers. You had heard a lot about them, but you had never met them in person.

Mammon was nervous about introducing you to his brothers, but you reassured him that everything would be fine. After all, you had already met Lucifer, who was a friend of your family.

The day of the meeting arrived, and you found yourself standing in front of the door to the House of Lamentation. You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

The door was answered Lucifer who greeted you warmly and led you through the house, introducing you to each of the brothers in turn.

You met Leviathan, who was shy but friendly, Satan, who was quiet but polite, Asmodeus, who was flamboyant and outgoing, Beelzebub, who was quiet but kind, Belphegor, who was sleeping, and Mammon, who was nervous but excited to see you.

Throughout the meeting, you could feel Mammon's nervousness slowly melting away. He was proud to introduce you to his brothers, and you could see how much they meant to him.

As the meeting drew to a close, you found yourself feeling grateful for the opportunity to meet Mammon's family. You knew that they were an important part of his life, and you were glad to have finally met them in person.

As you said goodbye to each of the brothers, this was just the beginning of your journey with Mammon. And you were excited to see where it would take you next.

Next, You were excited to introduce Mammon to your family. You had talked about him with your family before, and they were eager to meet him. On the day of the meeting, you picked Mammon up from his house, and he was dressed in his finest clothes. You could tell he was nervous, but you assured him that everything would be okay.

As you arrived at your family's home, you could feel the tension in the air. Your family was not very welcoming to Mammon, and you could see the disappointment in their eyes. They had heard stories about Mammon's reputation, and they were not impressed.

Despite their initial reaction, you tried to make the best of the situation. You introduced Mammon to your family and tried to make small talk. However, it was clear that they were not interested in getting to know him. They asked him questions about his past and his work, but they seemed to be looking for reasons to judge him.

Mammon tried his best to be polite, but you could see that he was uncomfortable. He didn't feel welcomed by your family, and he felt like he was being judged unfairly. You could see the hurt in his eyes, and it broke your heart.

As the meeting came to an end, you tried to smooth things over. You thanked your family for their time and asked Mammon to come with you. You could feel the tension in the air, and you knew that it would take time for your family to accept Mammon.

You felt bad for Mammon. You knew that he was a good person, but your family's reaction had made him feel like he wasn't good enough. You wished that your family could see him the way you did, but you knew that it would take time for them to accept him.

As you left your family's home, you put your arm around Mammon and told him that everything would be okay. You knew that he needed your support, and you were determined to stand by him no matter what.

As you walked Mammon back to his house, he thanked you for standing up for him. You could tell that he was still upset about the meeting, but he appreciated your support.

You talked about the meeting and how it made you both feel. You could see how much Mammon wanted to be accepted by your family, but you also knew that it would take time for them to see him the way you did.

You reassured Mammon that you loved him for who he was, and that you would always stand by him. You knew that he was a good person, and that your family's reaction was unfair.

Mammon thanked you for your support and told you that he loved you. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it made you feel grateful to have him in your life.

As you said goodbye to Mammon, you knew that your journey with him was just beginning. You were excited to see where it would take you, and you were determined to support him every step of the way.

You knew that your family's reaction had hurt Mammon, but you also knew that it wouldn't stop you from being with him. You loved him, and that was all that mattered.

As your relationship with Mammon progressed, you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You talked about marriage, and you could see how much it meant to him.

However, you knew that your family would not be happy about it. They had not accepted Mammon yet, and you knew that they would be against the idea of you marrying him.

You had a difficult conversation with your family about your plans to marry Mammon. They were not happy about it, and they told you that they did not approve of your relationship. They reminded you of Mammon's reputation and warned you that marrying him would be a mistake.

You tried to explain your feelings to them, but they would not listen. They were determined to stop you from marrying Mammon, and it put a strain on your relationship with them.

Despite their opposition, you knew that you wanted to marry Mammon. You loved him, and you knew that he was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

You and Mammon decided to get married, and you had a small ceremony with just the two of you, his brothers and his brothers's friends. It was a beautiful day, you still made the marriage promises and vows, and you felt so happy to be with him.

After the wedding, you went to see your family. You could see the disappointment in their eyes, but you also knew that they loved you. They were not happy about your decision to marry Mammon, but they accepted it.

Over time, your family started to see Mammon in a different light. They saw how much he loved you, and they saw how happy you were with him. They started to accept him, and they welcomed him into their home.

It was not an easy journey, but you were happy that you had married Mammon. You knew that he was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and you were grateful for your family's acceptance.

As time went on, you and Mammon built a life together. You faced challenges, but you always worked through them together.

Your family's acceptance of Mammon made a huge difference in your life. You no longer had to hide your relationship, and you could be open about your love for him.

Mammon was grateful for your family's acceptance, and he worked hard to build a relationship with them. He knew that it was important to you, and he wanted to make sure that your family knew how much he loved you.

As the years went by, you and Mammon grew old together. You had a family of your own, and you were happy to see that your children loved Mammon as much as you did.

You knew that you had made the right decision in marrying him. He was the love of your life, and you were grateful for every moment you spent together.

Looking back, you knew that it had not been an easy journey, but it was worth it. You had found your soulmate, and you had built a life together that was full of love and happiness.

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me x mc #mammon fluff #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #royal!au #royal!reader

[undermine-the-instinct]

Title: A Proposition

A royal reader fic! This had a vote of 22.4%, coming in third place. Reader and Prince!Al Haitham are set to be in an arranged marriage, but you two have plans~

Noble | Head Advisor | Civilian | Royalty | Librarian | Witch (canon)

Wc: 1.5K Warnings: None

I am not going to marry this man.

"Very well, because I have no interest in marriage, anyways."

Is the response to the sparse letter you sent. You thought you had sent it to your best friend, a neighboring prince, but the signature at the bottom is in clear and pretty cursive.

In suspicious relief,

…….Oh.

              — Crown Prince Al Haitham 

……….Oh no.

And now that same prince is standing beside you, looking nonplussed and unbothered. And very, very handsome.

I ruined everything, didn't I?

He is handsome as all the handmaidens and stableboys in your castle sighed and grumbled about. It might be vain of you, but now seeing him face to face you think you wouldn't mind marrying this man, but of course, you probably ruined it already.

Even though you're wearing your best clothes, and even drank a homemade potion meant to draw eyes. And you are, just not his. Servants stare and avert their eyes as you flow down the halls, and he keeps his eyes pinned to both your Fathers up ahead.

Your Fathers are talking up ahead, as you walk through the palace halls. They are loud and full of laughter, old friends. Your father pushes the other King's shoulder in jest, and he shoves back. 

You are grateful your father came. It is uncommon for kings to attend to their daughters' marriage proposals unless the suitors visit their kingdoms, but your father loves you. That, or he just wanted to butt heads with his old friend again. It seems his presence has banished the ill pallor that has hung over the, admittedly, old King.

"The weather is so lovely here. It is still raining quite heavily back in my kingdom." You strike for a conversation.

"Your kingdom is a tropical rainforest. Due to the large amount of trees, the amount of water released via transporation is quite high. Of course it's still raining." The Prince replies. Not one for small talk then. You latch onto this small tidbit.

He doesn't reply, and the silence grows between you two. You weather it with grace, you're royalty after all,  but you still feel nervous.

"Yes! Rainforests recieve the most amount of rainwater of all biomes."

"Hm. Yes." Okay...

"On average we recieve up to two thousand to five thousand millimeters of rain."

A Prince with tact would have burnt the letter, and pretended to never read it, he would be courteous and charming to his prospective spouse.

Respectable princes wouldn't have replied so snarkily and sent the letter back. They wouldn't be so standoffish and refuse to look at you. It's not that he won't meet your eyes, he looks directly at you when you talk, he gives you his attention, but only because he has manners. Because he has to.

And because his father is ahead, shooting not so inconspicuous looks of warning over his shoulder. You think the prince would spurn you if given the chance, but his Father obviously gave him a word earlier. Just like yours.

"Child." Your father put his hands on your shoulders right before you stepped into your carriage, ready to be sent off to a prince. 

"Yes, Your Majesty?" The jewels in his crown cut strips of light across your skin as he shook his head, tightening his hold on you.

"I told you that I am king before your parent, but I am speaking to you now as your father, " he urges, a gleam in his old eye.

"This prince you are to be betrothed to is a good man. A young, respectable man with many talents. He'll treat you right," Father nods in gruff agreement. 

"I wouldn't have your future husband be anything less than exemplary. But there is a reason he has yet to be wed. The is a clamor to win his hand and you may gain some notoriety being his spouse. You may gain enemies.

And you may figure out why he has not yet married. Whether it be a scandal or some dark secret, whatever comes, do what you must to keep safe. I'll be displeased as King, but as your father, I just need you to be safe." His hand now came to rest on your cheek, and his smile was ages old, and just as weary. 

"Keep these words in mind, my child. "

And you did.

You were a witch. You have extensive knowledge on spells and potions and anatomy, but all you could tell was that the prince was definitely under some sort of spell. You felt the slight pull of attraction as soon as the prince helped you step out your carriage. You thought he had drank a love potion and grew angry (You only wore one for attraction), but quickly dismissed it.  

He had no outward signs of being under a spell otherwise, but the looks he garnered and the glares you received walking next to him were not natural. 

The people in the castle were sly, but their eyes either held mad adoration or dark jealousy. 

You were gathering too much attention already. 

It seems the men ahead thought so too. 

"My boy, " the prince's father supplied, and the prince in question shot to attention. 

"It is much to stuffy in these halls with all the hustle and bustle, people midling about.  Show them to the gardens, and I'll send a servant to bring refreshments to the main pavilion."

"Is it alright for us to be left on our own–" the king waved his hand at you, smiling in a jovial, easy way.  You wonder how the prince would look with that face. 

"A couple of guards would accompany you. Go along now, and be a gentleman boy!" The king called out, as you two started your way.

"When am I not?" You thought you heard the prince mutter, before he offered you his arm. You took it with grace.

The weather really is lovely here. The sun is hot but shines down, and gilds everything golden. The garden is full of vegetable patches and fruit trees and bushes, and the pathways Prince Al Haitham takes you to is surrounded by such lovely flowers.

But before you could remark on their beauty he cuts you off.

"Let's get straight to it then."

"Hm?" He seems practical, but he really has no tact. He crosses his arms and stares down at you.

"The letter."

"I did not mean to send that to you, Your Highness." That letter really messed everything up, huh? His under eye only twitches but you catch it. Annoyance? Or surprise?

"So it was not a message or indirect plea for help?"

"Is that what you thought it was?" He huffs a quick breath through his nose.

"I figured it was. I've heard the rumors of the King's witch child who refuses to marry, and I already figured you'd be opposed to this.

"Whether or not you meant to send me that letter, your intentions are clear. You don't wish to marry and neither do I."

"Our parents don't really seem to care for our wishes though. They'll force this thing if they have to." You know, because you inherited your stubbornness from your father. However pigheaded you can be, Your father is still a long reigning king.

But he said he wanted you to be safe. He is still your father after all.

"So we will make them see reason." He stops you both in your tracks, and pulls in closer, covering your hand on his bicep with his.

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Your voice takes up an octave as he gets up in your space. But he just inspects you.

"Your Highness?" He is so close, you're sure any onlookers would think him an affectionate lover bending down, to lend an ear to their spouse, or to whisper any sort of sweet meaningless things.

"We create a scandal. Not a salacious one, because that would only push their hand further. This country is rather fond of their fairy tales, so we'll recreate them." You can feel his breath and lips move against your cheek.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the guards exchanging looks amongst one another, and step back to create space. But he just follows you. Personal space is just a concept now.

"You are a witch, so you must be able to do some amount of magic."

"I think you greatly overestimate my abilities." You say in a huff, somehow both pleased and irked.

"It doesn't need to be something too grand. Summon a storm, a horde of crickets, make it rain frogs. Anything that would seem like our marriage would be an omen. You're a King's child. With your…extracurriculars, I'm sure you used your status to obtain rare texts to further your talents. You must know more than mere parlor tricks, otherwise you would not be called a Witch."

"I was self taught. I needed all the advantages I could get."

"Of course. Do not think I fault you, I have done the same thing for my better interests. And now I need those talents, and yours." Simple. So simple he makes it sound. It must be that way in his head, but your mind focuses on what might happen.

"Let's say we go through with this. Let's say rumors spread all around and everyone opposes and denounces our union. But our fathers do it anyway. This same hypothetical plan would only harm us."

"Then we make sure we do it right this first time." He finally slides out of your space, leaving behind a cool imprint of his body's closeness. "Come along Your Highness, let us prepare." He starts walking again, and you can do little else but follow.

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[myoddessy]

a rose by any other name. r. lupin. ( royal au! )

summary —you, a princess set to marry an unwilling sirius black find yourself enchanted by the newest addition to your staff and realise that love isn't false vows and hateful silence during wedding nights. it's beautiful, and synonymous with the name remus lupin.

warnings —reader and sirius' parents are collective parts of the antichrist. very very very minor nsfw but no actual smut.

word count —5k

note —everybody say thank you @pogueswrld for giving me the nicknames remus calls the reader 💕

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SUN SHONE BETWEEN CLOUDS and gentle wind sent glistening ripples through the pond that you found yourself seated before. Grass tickled the areas of skin that your nightgown failed to cover and the faintest touch of morning dew cooled your legs. Squirrels scampered down cracked bark in search of food, birds leapt from thin branches in glorious flight, rabbits scurried over golden foothills. It was serene, blissful and unbothered. The sun shifted from behind its wispy prison to fully beat down on you, a silent good morning, and you smiled—something you hadn't done a lot as of late.

When songbirds chirped from above you, you knew that your peace was fleeting and soon you'd be left with stress and lecturing mothers. It would be at least ten minutes before your ladies-in-waiting came padding along the recently-cut grass with summons from your mother, but your bliss was already bothered and you saw no point in trying to restore it, so you stood and wordlessly made your way back to the palace.

Your bare feet thudded against the cold stone steps leading to your quarters when the shrill voice of your family's head of staff, and your mother's chief lady-in-waiting, cut through the silence. "My lady," she chastised upon seeing your appearance—dishevelled and unruly with morning entertainment. "You must hurry, your ladies are already waiting for you to welcome the new wave of help." You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

"Why must I be the one to welcome them. Can't mother do it? Or is she too busy courting a married man?" She cut of your words with a quick hit across your jaw, harsh but not strong enough to turn your head. It was obvious, and frighteningly embarrassing, how your mother smiled dazedly at Orion Black when Walburga's back was turned. Everybody knew it, but nobody spoke of it.

"It would do you well to watch your words, mistress. Your mother is doing you a service by marrying you to Sirius, there are much less gentle suitors longing for your name."

"You say such things as if my words ring untrue." She hurried to push you up the remaining stairs towards your bedroom, hurriedly closing the behind you when you entered.

"Milady." Your lead lady-in-waiting, Rosalie, greeted with a small nod.

"Get her ready, fast." The stout woman instructed firmly before hurrying out of the room. Rosalie guided you closer with a soft hold on your arm.

She let out a giggle at your long-set face. "I take it you're not having a good morn, ma'am." She says you down before your vanity, patting your cheeks fondly. "I don't think any of my mornings will be 'good' for the rest of my life." You groaned. "And don't call me ma'am, Rosie, please."

Rosalie smiled, fussing over your hair, slipping silver, ruby-crested floral pins into it. "Well, darling, I'm afraid you could do much worse than a betrothal into the Black family." Her tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth as she focused on arranging the pins. "I'd be more than happy to take your place when it comes to making heirs, however." Your eyes widened and you reached out to playfully slap her sides.

"Rosalie Abbot! Retain your dignity, woman." She laughed loudly at your response, but she couldn't fight her proud grin from rising after distracting you from your annoyance.

"What gown are you feeling today, my sweet?" She asked, moving to open the large oak wardrobe in the far corner of your room. "Your mother insisted for one of your finer garments, but I know those can be dreadfully uncomfortable, especially with the corset pieces." Her fingers worked quickly as they flitted through dress, upon dress, upon dress. "Maybe," She drew out her word as she reached to pull out a dress towards the back, "this one." She proudly held a carnation pink gown before her.

It was simple in its elegance, but undoubtedly regal all the same. It paired with a white-lined corset in a matching colour. The sleeve flared with thick strips of white fabric and the skirt was light and airy. You smiled in relief, glad she'd chosen one of your lighter gowns as you knew the hoop and underskirts would threaten to boil you in the summer heat.

Moving back to you, she grabbed your hands and pulled you up to your feet. Kind words flowing from her rouged lips as she fiddled with the ties, strings, and other intricacies of your dress before ushering you out of the room and towards the servants quarters where you soon to be expected.

Horace Slughorn, your family's longest-standing member of staff stood as proudly as a man of his short stature could by the doors leading to the servant's quarters. "Your highness." He greeted you with a familiar smile and a steep bow. You returned the warmth of expression, grateful to the man who'd practically raised you, even though he refused to call you by your name, no matter how many times you requested otherwise. "The new staff, they're all brilliant workers, kind souls as well, I do hope you'll like them." He lent you his arm to loop yours through as he guided you to where they were waiting.

They were a diverse group, a collection of differences blinked back at you when you moved along the long line of them with a welcoming smile and a gentle handshake. Once done with your welcomed, they were lead off one-by-one by your head of staff until only one was left.

Unlike the others who kept their head bowed before you, his chin was held high, making you the one looking up at him as his height taunted you. Your breath caught when you looked at him, fighting the urge to giggle like a school-child. Lord, what was happening to you? Not even a word shared with this man and you felt like kicking your feet in the air and hiding you face in your pillows.

You held your palm before him, stomach turning when he took it in his of gentle warmth. His hands were strong and visibly rough with work. They'd undoubtedly look even more enticing hurriedly untying a corset or hiking up a skirt. His lips were soft, full, and pink. They hung in a loose line and you couldn't help but wonder what they'd look like after kissing your skin. His eyes were deep and dark, something about the way he looked at you sparked images of those same eyes blown wide with lust while moonlight decorated his features. His head ducked to a slight bow. "I'm pleased to be at your service, Ma'am." His voice was rough and coarse—like rock salt, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Your shoulders stiffened and he tried to stifle a smirk.

He knew the effect he had on you.

Your eyes trailed to his clothes and you cursed yourself for your thoughts when you remembered his status and yours. Who were you, royalty soon to be wed, to think such sacrilegious thoughts of him, staff with no respect to his name. But what was a name? It was a word, nothing more, nothing less. It wielded the power one gave it. So what stopped you from stripping him and you of your names, simply existing as longing souls.

You let go of his hand, smiling weakly while fighting the bulging of your eyes once catching your thoughts. Longing? Goodness, you needed a drink, or a bath, or a prayer, or something to stop you from thinking such things of a servant you met mere minutes ago.

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She was wearing her cornflower blue gown. It was Monday. Your mother's words were undoubtedly scrutinising, but you didn't process them. Instead, your eyes were trained on the figures passing by the halls. Never before had your staff been so interesting, but something about him made you intrigued. You wanted—no, you needed to see him again.

A loud clang brought you from your searching, eyes now focused on the poised family strutting in to join you and your mother at the centre table. Sirius hurried hurried to sit on your left, Regulus taking your right, while Orion and Walburga sat to the right of your mother.

Walburga's face was set like stone when you reached over to shake her hand, she brushed it to the side and took your left hand in hers. You fought back a wince and the cold you felt from her skin. She ran the tips of her fingers along your ring finger, trying to gage your ring size before dropping it and turning to conversante with your mother.

You looked closer to examine her. Clear silk lining ran along the hem of her skirt and the pufferfish cuffs of her sleeves, green thread intertwining with gold in the most boringly elitist way. Poor people couldn't afford gold linen, so Walburga Black made a point in exclusively wearing garments lathered in it.

Everything about that woman and her family was sickeningly wealthy, even for a royal. The mahogany dining tables with pristine polish and overflowing with lavish meals and jewel-crested chalices. The pearl-circled diamond rings that weighed down her thin, cold hands. The cosmetics that caked her pale cheeks that even your family would struggle to afford in the amounts she so gluttonously applied.

Before you had the displeasure of meeting Walburga Black, you didn't think something as simple as a name would cause you to choke down bile. You now knew you were wrong, so very wrong.

As if sensing your nerves, Sirius placed a hand on your leg. A gesture affectionate enough to con your families into believing romance danced in the air, but with the playful squeeze you'd come to associate with his friendship. That's what lay between the two of you; friendship. Having been betrothed since birth, you'd found out that your fates were intertwined long before your paths and, in some universe, you were soulmates. Sirius Black, your best friend, your future husband.

As much as you adored Sirius, the thought of marrying him made you gag. He was your brother as much as Regulus was his. They were your family. But riches and prosperity looked beyond blood and bond, eyes hungry for for power.

You placed your hand above his, cheekily pinching the back on his hand and rolling your lips to conceal a laugh. Sirius reached to fill three chalices—yours, his, and regulus's—with strawberry juice, smiling like a future husband should when he passed yours back to you, painfully aware of the eyes of your mother and his parents trained on him.

"Drink up, bitch." He coughed into his cup when you kicked his shin, a single drop of juice escaping from his lips and dribbling down his chin. Eyes flashing with panic, you hastily grabbed a napkin and dabbed it from his face before Walburga could notice. You and Sirius had an unspoken rule around your friendship—anything was free game, physical fights, humiliation, mockery, but when the other's family was near, you did whatever you could to keep up appearances. Your mother wasn't a gentle soul, but you knew that compared to Walburga Black, she was a saint.

Hours dragged by like years, and it was only when moon trickled in through the angular stained-glass windows of the grand hall that Orion brought up the notion of calling whatever the gathering was to a close. You hugged Regulus tightly, ruffling his hair, much to his dismay. To Sirius, you gave a much more gracious goodbye; a curtsey and a chaste kiss on the cheek ( with a quick 'fuck you' whispered in his ear, but nobody needed to know that ). Walburga bade you adieu with a curt nod, Orion much the same, and soon you found yourself free of your corset and gown, staring at your bedroom ceiling as midnight shone upon your face.

You tossed and turned, sheets strewn around in messy dismay until you decided to take a walk around the palace to try and urge sleep to take over. Abandoning footwear, your feet padded softly along the cool stone floor while your nightgown hung gently around your ankles.

Your hands traced along the walls, running over the dips and dives in the rock, dancing along the ridges in the golden frames of paintings older than your father. You heard someone walking slowly a few feet before you, their shadow coming to view when they passed a candelabra.

"Hello?" You called out gently, cautious of the echo. The halted in their steps, but said nothing. You soon caught up to them, a familiar feeling growing the closer you got. It seemed as though he was more beautiful in the moonlight.

"Your highness." He dipped his head in a slight bow.

"Please do not call me that."

He met your eyes, mild confusion swimming in his, masked well with confidence. "Then what would you like me to call you?"

"Anything other than that, I plead." He continued walking, slower now so that you could keep pace.

"Alright, anything other than that." His lips quirked in a half-smile at your agitation.

"You know that's not what I meant." You rolled your eyes, though any annoyance was quick to flood away. "So what should I call you?"

"Don't most royals call with snapping fingers or second hand summons?"

"Most royals have their heads so far up their own arses, they can taste their crowns."

A laugh slipped out of him at that, and you felt yourself grow proud at the sound. "With words like that, one could mistake you for a servant yourself."

"Let them, I'd rather be anything than what I am."

"Why so honest?" This made you stop, Remus following suit. Why were you so honest with him?

"You seem trustworthy." You shrugged.

"I've been called worse, I suppose." He grinned.

You continued walking, conversation ebbed and flowed, but, in truth, neither of you cared if the other talked, for an odd comfort was found in them simply being there. Two near-strangers walking aimlessly around a palace at midnight. It almost belonged in a portrait hung front and centre in a gallery, but it never would. It was sacred and secret. It was yours and yours only, something you couldn't say for most things.

He was interesting, still withholding his name, you'd silently chosen to name him Moony. A childish name, really. One you wouldn't be surprised to see pinned as the antagonist in a Little Red Riding Hood ripoff, but one that perfectly belonged to him with the way moonbeams framed his face in an almost cherubic glint. Like a pearl—rich, special, and selective. It felt a privilege to speak with him, status be damned.

You'd found that you were both similar, in a vague way. You liked the same foods, enjoyed the same simplicities of literature and festivals. Although, your opinions differed when it came to the kingdom you were to rule and its inhabitants.

Remus mused something about how the only reason you saw them as decent was because you'd never lived amongst them, and though the same could be said for his view on royals, you kept quiet and wallowed in the passion of his words. He claimed that those under the working class were vial and far crueler than a royal on their worst days. He spoke of crime and deceit and cheating between lovers and family alike. Still, your heart was set on sympathy for them. It confused him as much as it intrigued him.

A yawn creeped past your lips, ones he would vehemently deny staring at, and with a gentle hand placed on his bicep, you asked him to walk you back to your room. He did with what you'd assume was his duty as your staff, but was truly an odd pull to speak with you more, even if sleep laced your words and made your sentences barely comprehensible.

"Can we do this again, Moony?" You asked tiredly, holding onto the golden knob of your bedroom door.

He huffed out an amused laugh, "Moony?" He kept his voice low, careful to not risk waking anyone else dwelling nearby, and the added gruff in his tone made your grip tighten as your knees grew light.

"You refused to tell me your name, so I made one for you."

He nodded, amusement still present while he looked at you. "I can never sleep at midnight, walking helps." He began to walk backwards, towards the servants quarters. "Do with that what you will, sunshine." And with a fleeting wink and a quiet noise you'd swear was a chuckle, he turned his back to you and continued walking.

You caught yourself before you could yell out a question of the name, not bothering to fight the grin that grew. He had a nickname for you. A giggle slipped out before you could stop it and you slapped a hand over your mouth with wide eyes. What was this man doing to you?

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Each midnight, you woke. Each midnight, he waited. Each midnight, you walked. You conversations were versatile, they varied from favourite baked goods—he claimed to forever stand by Bakewell tarts, despite being an avid chocolate lover. You looked at him as if he were insane—to what you'd do when you were inevitably crowned queen and whether or not he'd be allowed in your staff.

"You're certain your husband wouldn't grow envious of my dashing good looks?" He joked one night as you crossed the bridge that stood proudly above the moat surrounding your home. You'd made the daring choice of taking your stroll further, out of the shadows cast in stone hallways and echoing corridors and into the starlight paths of the palace grounds.

"He'd find some way to live, I'm sure." You laughed. "Can't say he won't be over dramatic about it, though. Sirius always had a flair for theatrics?"

"Sirius?" He stopped walking.

"Mhm." You nodded, standing beside him. "It something the matter, Moony?"

"Are you betrothed to him?" You looked up at him, expecting a taunt, but only seeing seriousness and what looked to be worry, but that could be a trick of the light.

"Yes." Came your short reply.

"You don't sound too happy about it."

"Well, I'd assume that's because I'm not."

"Why? Isn't he the one with girls falling at his feet. Surely it would be a girl's dream to marry him." There was a near-bitter lilt in his words.

"Possibly, but I've never wanted to marry into royalty." His rested his elbows on the bridge railing, head turning to you. You had his full attention, like you always did. "I love Sirius, truly. He's one of the few people I can call a genuine friend. But I could never call him a husband and mean it, I think he feels the same. He never wanted to be a prince, you see. It's why he always begs our parents to allow us to the festivals, because, for once, we feel like normal people."

It went silent, but not uncomfortably so. It was the silence that often took hold of the later segment of your walks, the silence you'd grown to yearn for over the past few weeks. It was warm, like a blanket, like Remus. You hadn't realised that you'd moved closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder.

"I feel like a normal person around you, Moony."

Had you looked up and taken your eyes off of the moonbeam ripples in the water below, you would have seen Remus swallow words that danced on the tip of his tongue and wince at the reddish hue rising to his cheek.

"I feel normal around you too, sunshine."

He was lying.

Around you, he felt like a god.

"You make me feel sane, Moony."

He placed his head on top of yours. "You make me feel sane too, sunshine."

He was lying.

You drove him insane and made him fight his desires to grab your face and kiss you until you forgot everything but his touch and his name.

You decided that the night had finally taken its toll on you, and Remus lead you back to your room, waiting until you closed the door to breath out a long sigh and whisper in a voice barely audible to the air around him.

"I'm falling in love with you, sunshine."

He wasn't lying.

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"Have a thing for stable bucks now, do you?" Sirius asked with a smirk, laughing at the panic in your eyes when your head snapped towards him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been staring at that tall specimen for longer than I've been talking, and I've been talking for a while now, sweets." You looked down at your cup, swirling around the remmenants of your now-cold tea with a bashful grin that Sirius knew all too well. "Oh my days, you care for him!"

You all but leapt across the table to cover his mouth before someone heard. "Would you ever shut up?" You hissed.

"You're not denying it." For a fiancé after catching his bride-to-be ogling at another, Sirius was marvellously entertained. "It's fine if you do, darling. It means you won't be entirely miserable when our doomed day arrives."

The room grows solemn, something that rarely happened between you and Sirius. Then again, you'd both done everything you could to avoid the topic of your wedding. You picked at your cuticles and Sirius looked at you with worry, pained at your distress.

"Have you ever thought about running away?" You asked him, finally looking up from your nails. Sirius blinked once, then twice, then once more for good measure, reassuring himself that it was, in fact, you who posed such a question.

"Every damned day." He huffed, falling back into the plush cushions of his chair.

"Why don't you?"

"Honest answer?" You both sat forward now, leaning close so that Sirius could whisper his answer after your nod. "I could never find it in myself to leave you alone."

"What if we ran away together?" Your eyes unwillingly flitted towards Remus when you spoke and, at that, smile threatened to grow on Sirius' lips.

"How serious are you for pretty boy over there?"

"Honest answer?"

"Always."

"Frighteningly so." Sirius laughed fondly at the stress on your face. "I've never felt this way about anyone, Siri, it's odd."

"Maybe you're in love." He shrugged and your eyes widened at how he could say such things with such nonchalance.

"Love?" The word seemed foreign.

"He'd be daft to not be in love with you as well." He continued. "Hell, if I hadn't been there when you ate mud because I told you it was 'nature's chocolate', I'd be in love with you too." He tossed a grape into his mouth. "You need to start recognising your worth, dear."

"Where are you going with this?" You tried to veer the conversation away from what you were terrified was the truth.

"Run away with him."

"I cannot leave you, Sirius, I wouldn't be able to live with it." You reached across the table to take his hand in yours.

"I'll hide away in my room for a few days, then flee myself. Maybe we'll meet again by the seaside some day."

"You truly have gone mad."

"Maybe." He mused, free hand loving to cover yours. "But I know that you've got more life left in you that I do, and I'll be damned if I let this stupid wedding crush that." Your eyes threatened to well up in uncharacteristic vulnerability. "You're the only thing that's given me hope in all of my years. You've made me happier than words can say, so if you think I won't give up my life to grant you the same, then your far more dim-witted than I gave you credit for."

"He'd think I'm insane."

Sirius shrugged. "If he says no, the he says no, and we move on to have a more caring marriage than these families have ever seen. Or he says yes, and we both get to run to what we truly wish for."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I do hate when you're wise."

Orion called his name from the door, saying how their carriage had just drawn outside. Sirius nodded dutifully and kissed your forehead. "Promise me you'll ask him, angel?"

You squeezed his hand. "I promise."

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Grass tickled the sides of your face as you lay down, Remus by your side, and early morning on your skin. Sirius' words danced on your mind, and your promise to him echoed through your skull. With a deep breath, you turned your head to the side and looked at Remus directly.

"You alright, sunshine?" He asked, eyes raking across your face in search of an answer.

"Will you run away with me?"

He went silent. Your heart stopped.

He stayed silent. Your heart broke.

You rose your feet and went to go back inside while Remus' mind whirred.

You were royal, labelled as desirable artwork. But Remus Lupin seemed to have forgotten that, or maybe he was simply too fond of the view, for he was close to you. So close he could see them, hell, if he wanted to, he could reach out and feel the ridges or the brushstrokes that made you. The imperfections that suitors stayed far enough away to ignore.

What they felt was lust. Lust for you, lust for your name, and lust for the power that came with them both. What Remus felt was different. Dare he say it was love? Love for you, love for your banishment of his name, love for every book and cranny that rose and fell with your breath.

And he knew of the risks. Remus Lupin was far from a man of little intelligence, he knew what he would have to sacrifice in hopes of holding her close, but none of it mattered.

Sacrifice and sacrilege was pushed aside when it came to women such as Y/n L/n, for she was everything the sun could grant you. She was the fresh promise of tomorrow's dawn to guide you through turbulent seas.

When you meet someone like her, when you touch someone like her, when you love someone like her, you never stop. It becomes you infatuation, it becomes so vital to you everyday thoughts that it ends up being your reason to push through smoke and continue your days.

Remus would throw it all away from her, she was his sun, his moon, his future, and his past. She was his life, and he swore from when he was a boy that he would live to the fullest. He reached out and grabbed your wrist. "Please don't go."

A tense moment passed.

"Please, Sunshine."

"If you're going to deny me, all I ask is that you do it with mercy—"

Your words were caught of his the passion that came from warm palms cupping your cheeks and pulling your body flush with his.

"I could never deny you anything. If you asked for a ray of the sun, you'd find the star waiting by your door before an hour could pass. You have done nothing but plague my every moment, woken or resting, I cannot escape you. I don't want to. But you need to understand what comes with what you've asked of me. We will be outlaws. We will be on the run for the rest of our lives. We will have no settled roof over our heads. No home."

Your hands rested on the back of his neck, pulling him closer until your noses brushed. "When I'm with you, I am home. When I look at you, it's as if breath has been stolen from my lungs and is pushed back to my body when you speak. I need nothing of material nor substance so long as I'm with you."

"Can I kiss you?" He was so close that you could practically feel the words as the flowed from his lips, and your eyes were already fluttering shut when you replied.

"Please."

Being truly vulnerable with someone is a privilege, for them and for you. The ultimate trust of seeing and revealing the honesty of yourself. Kisses can be controversial. They can be used as manipulation, as currency, as lies.

But right now, in that moonlight moment in a palace garden, a kiss was god. An act with so many meanings used to show every emotion words failed to portray. Every ounce of love, every piece of you was poured into that kiss. In such a universal act, you were wrapping up your entity and handing it to Remus with a bright red bow on top.

And Remus. Remus was lost for the longest time, simply floating until he found you. But this kiss, this moment, was tethering, it was the roots of a tree planted centuries ago. It was everything he had longed for, everything he missed, and everything he had once more.

You were everything. You were his, just as much as he was yours, and what more could one ask for?

If love truly was real, and not a feeble thing from fables and folklore, then you were certain you'd found it in him. In the tattered clothes and scarred planes of parchment-shaded skin that could mean no other saint that Remus John Lupin, you'd found love.

It was clear that he'd found it in the eloquent tongue and extravagant gowns of you as well. Indisputable adoration seeping through the cracks of his hands as his fingers traced over every inch of your self, and a tone more gentle that a fairy's whisper when he spoke to you. He'd found love.

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[purecantarella]

My Princess

so just a lil fic for pride month because i didnt wanna not post anything bc genuinely, its always a win when we're able to express our love openly. it's just sad that its still frowned upon by a lotta people. anyway, i hope you all enjoy!! pirate captain!moon byuli x royaly!reader disclaimer/s : not much, some blood

Your kingdom housed three types of people. You and your father, the monarchs, overseeing everything in terms of economics, civility within the premises of the land, and the needs of the people. Highest tiered people. The citizens, cogs in the inner-makings of the kingdom. Without them your father would have no one to care for or rule over.

Then there was them...the pirates.

While more often than not, they only cause mild damages to public property and are rarely around anyway, it didn't matter to you. You loathed them. You often listened to the plights of the townspeople in hopes of bettering the flourishing country your father reigned over and some pirates were on the top of their concerns.

You'd heard tales of the captain being a smooth talker and a sight to behold but you'd never had the opportunity to meet them yourself.

Until your father invited them to the palace.

"I don't understand, father. They are nothing but trouble." You reasoned while his attendants dressed him for the captain and their crew. Your father smiled warmly, dismissing those around him before he walked up to you. "It is my job to keep the peace. Coming to an amicable agreement is the only way to make sure nothing dire will occur."

He places a hand delicately on your head, stroking your hair lovingly, "You'll understand when you're queen, Y/n." You nod solemnly, before fixing the coat draped over your father's shoulders. "For now though, best foot forward...For my sake."

Now, you fully intended to be on your best behavior. But your skin crawled when one of the servants informed you and your father that the pirates have arrived at the palace step.

You and the King sat patiently in the banquet hall awaiting the arrival of your guests. It had been a while of you waiting when you leaned over to your father, boldly joking, "They've navigated oceans, you'd expect they can navigate a palace." Your father's stoic expression faltered, a small smile growing.

"Clever girl, my princess..." A silky smooth voice of a woman echoed through the grandiose room. You smoothened your posture, returning to your gaze firmly to the front of the room. In struts a pale raven-haired woman in a white, tattered shirt and a blue overcoat, hat covering her facial features. Her brown thigh-high leather boots heavily pounding on the tiled floor.

Your father arose, "It is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh captain Byul." The captain removed her hat, exposing her scared face. She offered the older man a wide smile before bowing. "Your Majesty."

'The captain is a woman' You thought quietly to yourself, your eyes lingering over the seemingly strong and rugged pirate captain. You couldn't help but observe her features, she was definitely attractive, the stories got that right at the very least.

It surprised you that she seemed incredibly sculpted compared to what you thought the pirate captain would look like. A soft clearing of the throat pulled your attention back to the woman before you. A flush coated your cheeks before your posture tensed.

A cocky smirk grew on the woman's lips. "It's an honor to be in your presence, your Majesty." The meeting is soon under way, with some crew members scowling each time your father spoke, only furthering your anger towards these pirates.

Of course, Captain Byul keeps them in line but sniggers quietly when your father begins a new talking point for peace on the land. You can't keep your eyes off her. You can't figure out if it is your distrust in the pirate or the way her dark locks sway as she moves, the way her lips look so lush, or mayhaps its the way her dark gaze falls upon you leaving your knees weak.

You shook your head, removing such sapphic thoughts from your mind. She was a woman...and a pirate at that. You couldn't let your guard down.

Later in the meeting, your father invited Captain Byul and her quartermaster, Wheein, to a ball he organized for the people to celebrate the harvest to which she happily agreed to. Before you knew it, the meeting was over and the Captain arose to bow to your father and yourself.

"Until we meet again, my lady." Byul husked making you gasp quietly, she smirked and walked away with a self-satisfied grin, her crew seemingly not as happy as she was.

Night fell quickly and the ball was soon in full swing, drinks being passed around and hearty chatter being thrown around. Usually, you'd be with the citizens, enjoying their company but you chose to sit beside your father that night.

You scowled from your place beside your father, swirling the drink you were served as you watching your father's...guest...strut about the ballroom, earning glances from other members of the court. Your blood boiled as a particular pirate captain stared and smirked at you from across the room before she continued to flirt with a flower shop keeper who giggled and pushed her shoulder playfully.

Noticing your furrowed brows, your father took your hand in his gently. You turned to face him with an affectionate yet tired smile which he returned. "Lighten up, my child. It's a party after all. Drink, eat, dance!" He said jovially, motioning for the maestro to raise the volume of the instruments. You laughed delicately before shaking your head.

Before you could get a response in, her irritatingly smooth voice caught both you and the king's attention. "Your Majesty." Captain Byul bowed dramatically, pulling her hat off her head. The scowl on your face returned as you stared at her, only making her smirk widen.

"Captain! I trust you are enjoying the pleasantries of the evening." The pirate captain nodded, looking around the well-decorated ballroom. "It has been a lovely evening, your Majesty but it does not hold a candle to the taverns." Your father chuckled softly before Byul added, "I hope to see you there one of these days."

You mustered a dry, sarcastic laugh, earning a stern look from your father. You adjusted your posture before the captain moved to turn to you, bowing to honor you. "Princess..." She offered her hand to you, awaiting your hand. You sent a harsh glare her way before your father finally intervened, "Y/n." He muttered sternly.

Reluctantly, you gave her your hand, never breaking eye contact with her. A warm feeling rushing through you as her lips made contact with the back of your hand, intense gaze falling into yours once again. It was the same gaze as the first time you'd met her earlier in the day.

You regained your composure and snatched your hand away quickly, making the captain chuckle softly, straitening her back. "I wanted to inform you personally your Majesties that the crew and I agree to your offer. On my honor, no one shall harm this kingdom and its citizens." Byul announced, the smile on her face never wavering. You sucked your teeth classlessly before retorting, "If you had any honor, captain."

Your father looked at you with a deep frown while the pirate could only laugh heartily. "You have the sharpest tongue on any lass I've come to know, my lady."

"She gets it from her mother, I apologize, Captain." Your father says offering Byul an apologetic smile. She raises her hand while shaking her head. "It is no trouble, sir. I've met many a lass who've hurt me more. But might I ask a favor in return, your Majesty?" He grins, amused, motioning for the young woman to continue.

"Might I ask your clever daughter for a dance?" Your head twisted at an astronomical level to look at the Captain who wore a wicked smile on her face before your father laughed, throwing his head back. "As you wish, Captain Byul. So long as you bring her back in one piece."

"I'd never hurt her, your Majesty."

"It's not her I'm worried about, Captain."

Byul laughs and puts her hand out for you to take. You look to your father appalled to which he nods to the pirate. You grumble curses to yourself before heavily giving your hand to Byul.

The maestro begins instructing a waltz, and the young woman bowed, honoring you yet her eyes never left yours again. The intensity of her stare alone made you blush, and that blatant fact made her very, very happy.

She takes your waist in your arms, guiding you around the ballroom. Elegantly twirling you around as you wore an indecipherable expression. Finally breaking the silence, Byul whispered, "You know you don't have to worry about my presence, Y—"

You threw daggers her way, "Princess Y/n to you, Captain."

She smiled charmingly again before tilting her head, silently conceding the argument. "My princess." She teasingly retorted making you roll your eyes. "You don't have to worry about us anymore. I assure you myself that I will not let any harm come to you and your people."

Your brows soften a little before you breath out a sigh. "If you do anything to hurt my people or my father, I will sink your boat myself." Abruptly, she dips you and her face is mere centimetres away from yours, making your breath hitch.

She lifts you up, her gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips, the grin on her face melted away, in its place was a stern expression, making your heart leap out of your chest. "I promise, my princess."

You clear your throat and flash her a nervous smile, "Good. Thank you, Captain." She nods while chuckling. "It's no trouble, my lady."

It was a surprise to nobody but you when Captain Byul began sending you missives and escorting you around town when she could. It was very obvious that there was incredibly strong connection began to form from the night of the ball.

While some elders and court members scoffed and said it was a sign of a curse entering the town when the pirates did, your father didn't really care all too much. Which silenced the voices of the disapproving townsfolk.

One day, you walked around the town, listening to the gripes of the townspeople to report to your father. A young baker in particular who say that other pirates have become more rowdy around the shops in spite of their captain's warnings. As you listened to the young man's story, you saw a familiar pirate walk out of the tavern. Your eyes perked up until you saw how distraught she seemed. You tilt your head to the side, excusing yourself from the young man you were speaking with.

You follow the pirate captain until you are near the entrance of the palace, right at the last house in the town. There you see Byul nibbling on the pad of her finger, looking out to the ocean. You shoved her shoulder gently making her turn and look at you, eyes sharp and prepared to fight.

"Calm yourself, Captain." Upon hearing your voice and seeing your face, her expression morphed into a more playful one. "My Princess." She took your hand and lay a quick kiss on the back of it. You smiled before attempting to pull your hand back to no avail as her touch lingered longer than usual. Your pulse hammered when she did before she chuckled to herself and released you. "To what do I owe the pleasure, my lady?"

"I was doing my rounds and well..." You trailed of before the captain cocked her head curiously. "...You seem troubled, captain. What seems to be the matter?" You ask cautiously to not offend or throw the young woman off.

She looks around cautiously and motioned you closer. "You see my princess..." You couldn't help the smile on your face when you heard the pet name. It started off as irritating but it has steadily grown on you. Byul notices your little smile and swoons briefly before continuing. "I've heard wind of some of my crew being unhappy with the union we've agreed on with your father..."

You both stare at each other for a moment before she finishes, "A mutiny may come to pass. And I fear for your safety." Again, she raises her head to look at you. Eyes smoldering and expression worrisome.

"Why me?" You ask confused, sure you were the only one in the line of succession but your father could always assign someone new. Byul's eyes downcast. "They know how important you are to your father, to the town..." She trails off before she reaches for your hand discreetly, "...to me."

You bit your lip before tightening your grip around the pirate's hand. "I'll be fine captain, no one will get past the guarded keep of the palace. I can assure you that much."

Rather carelessly, and in your own panic, you lean up and place your lips delicately over Byul's porcelain skin before placing a hand on her chest. The pirate's lips upturn into a wide and uncontrollable smile making you giggle before turning a heel and returning to the palace.

As you walk away, in spite of Byul's shock and butterflies, she notices one of her crew members hanging around nearby. She bites her tongue, waiting for you to be safely behind the castle gate, her hand never leaving her sword's hilt. Finally, the gates open then close upon your entering. The captain's eyes flick to where her crew member once stood to see he'd disappeared.

"That can't be good..." She mutters to herself before rushing to her ship to rally her quartermaster to see ensure you and the King's safety.

You decided to take a stroll in the gardens, think about the state of the kingdom and your increasingly unavoidable feelings for the Captain. She was kind, gentle, intelligent, and so much fun to be around. It may have crossed your mind what it would feel like to have her lips on yours but you didn't want to disappoint your father by not providing an heir, leaving the kingdom at risk of colonisation.

You simply wanted what was best for the people. In your deep thought, you didn't hear the sound of a body colliding with the ground. You look up to the sky, the very tip of Byul's pirate ship waving in the distance. Which you found odd, they weren't meant to sail until next week.

"Y/n!" Captain Byul's voice made your head turn instantly, only to see a silver blade coming your way. The pirate captain drew her own blade, narrowly saving you from getting cut. Her crew member sneered at Byul before she shoved the man onto the ground. He drops his sword and grits his teeth before the woman steps on his chest. She bore her sword in his face with a stoic expression. "Give me one reason not to kill you." Her voice was chilling.

The man is gobsmacked and sputters out incoherently. She sneers before sheathing her sword again, lifting her foot to release him. "Get out of my sight." He pushes himself off the ground before Byul turns around to make sure you were okay.

She holds your face delicately, hair a little disheveled likely from the run there. Her quartermaster following right behind. "The traitors have been rounded up Captain."

Byul nodded, not letting her eye stray from you. "Round them on the ship, we put them to trial in the morning." She said quickly before Wheein nodded and left you two alone, not before quipping, "And I am unharmed as well by the way, Byuli. Thanks for asking."

It wasn't long until you two were alone. "I didn't think they'd attack today. My humblest apologize, my princess." There it was again, and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably before you lay your forehead on hers, nuzzling your nose against Byul's. "It wasn't your fault, Byul."

"That's the first time you've ever said my name, Princess..." She noted, the brightness on her face growing tenfold.

The moment would have lasted forever until she heard it. The familiar cocking of a gun. Byul's eyes shot open and immediately she turned to see the man she'd just faced off with. "Traitorous, princess loving bitch!"

She moved quickly, the bullet grazing her shoulder, making her grunt in pain before she drew her sword and bolted forward. "Graaah!"

Byul grunted before the metal clanged together, in her haste though she was unable to create enough momentum to overpower him, giving him the upper hand. He stood over Byul, swinging his sword to meet her leg making her howl in pain.

She drops her blade before the now-ex crewmate kicks it foolishly in your direction. The shock you felt immediately wears off as you pick up the sword and look at the distracted man. Flinching as his fist collided with the young woman's cheek harshly. "I always knew you'd be too weak to be captain. Too naive. Too fucking lustful."

You carelessly thrust the blade forward, breaking the skin of the man's arm. He falls to the side, wailing and cursing at you. "You sapphic, evil, bitch! You will not get away with this!"

"Just did." You retort before pulling Byul onto your shoulder and drag her into the gardener's shed for safety. You prop her up against the wall before barricading the both of you to ensure both your safety. You pant and attempt to center yourself before you remember that Byul is injured.

You hastily look around for a clean rag which to your luck there was one. She grunts as you press the bleeding wound with a cloth hastily and rather indelicately. "Maybe be a little gentler with that, I just got slashed open." Byul jokingly reminded but her jovial tone of voice shifted as she saw you stifling your sobs while tending to her wound.

"Hey, hey, hey, what're these tears, lovely?" You shook your head, wiping your tears back with the sleeve of your dress. She adjusts herself, groaning softly to which a panicked expression grows on your face. Her hand gently falls onto your cheek, stroking away the tears falling when the realization hits her. Byul's expression softens as you finally allow the tears to flow freely. "You're alright...no one's going to hurt you, princess..."

You shook your head, pulling her hat off her head before brushing Byul's hair back tenderly as you wiped some of the blood off of her forehead. You released a breathe you'd been holding. "Never put yourself at risk like that for me..."

The captain smiled and took your hand in hers, pressing her chapped lips to each knuckle, delicately stroking the back of your hand. "I would put my life on the line for you in every instance I could, my princess." You released a laugh gently while tears fell.

Your mind begged you not to do it, you were the princess, the heir to the throne. But you could no longer hold back with Byul's lips so close to yours, looking so irresistible. The distance finally dawning on the pirate captain, her pale cheeks flushed but she tried to maintain her composure.

"What's going on in that pretty little mind...?" You rolled your eyes before taking her cheeks in your hands gently as to not hurt her and pressing your lips onto hers. The taste of rum lingering on her tongue, making you smile into the kiss. You pull away to see Byul with her eyes closed, panic starts to fill you.

"Shit did I kill her?" Her eyes shot open and let out a soft gasp before bursting into fits of laughter. "I got the princess to cuss! Yeeee-agh!" You pressed the cloth over her wound down a little harder.

"You, Captain Byul, are the worst." With a dopey yet smug grin, she leans forward catching your lips between hers, it was quick but it still made your heart race unconventionally fast.

The smile grew toothier when she whispered, "And you are mine, now Princess Y/n."

i'm a little obsessed with pirates lately yall HAHAHAH im sorry but yall are gonna be on this journey with me because i want a pirate lover a lil HAHAH anyway, i hope you all enjoyed!! i hope that me thinking of moonbyul as a pirate captain was fun for you all too my lovelies HAHAH i might do a part 2 of this but we'll see, i have a shit ton pending on my list HAHAHA anyway, happy pride month everyone! i hope you all are keeping safe and i'll see you all vv soon 💖 i love you all vv much - r

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[sebastianstansqueen]

Run

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Warnings: Slight angst, I think thats it.

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The dark night sky with the moon and all the stars shining down at you, as dirt and leaves gather beneath your feet, you run for the docs to make your escape from your life. When there you walked to the end of the large pier and boarded a large ship.

  Ten Years Later

You stood looking out at your sea, now known as the captain of all seven seas, and a few other names, no one entered any water without your permission, not even royal ships. But today was a rare occasion where you see a ship with royal colors and a crest on the side that you didn’t remember signing a permission letter for. “Head for it.” You told one of your men. When this would happen you’d ransack the ship, take everything, kill someone as a warning and send the most important person back, as a way to warn them but not declare war. 

They tried to fight but it didn’t work out, your men brough two men on the ship where they had them  kneel in front of you. “Don’t you know that these are my waters?” You asked, liking a flair for the dramatic. 

They took the bags from over their heads, they were both equally handsome. “Don’t we have the right to sell the sea of our land?” The one with light hair and blueish green eyes asked. 

“Your land, the sea is my land, you don’t touch my borders, I don’t touch you.” You explained, it was knowledge to almost everyone. 

“Please don’t hurt us, I’m prince James Barnes, we mean no harm, and we didn’t know.” The other man told you. 

“James, who is your friend here, to that of your family?” You questioned. 

Both men stiffened. “He's a royal advisor.” James answered you. 

“Don’t worry James, your friend will be my warning, I don’t want to start a war, I just want to send a warning.” You pulled out your sword and held it under the blond’s chin. 

“Take me instead.” James interjects.

You looked at him. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, your highness.” 

“Take me as a prisoner.” Was his response. 

You thought for a moment, contemplating the idea, you looked to one of the crew members for their thoughts on it, she shrugged at you. “I want to go see the king and queen myself.” You stated. “Sail for the docs.” You demand. 

“What are you going to do to us?” The blond inquired. 

You looked at the men. “We're going to see your king and queen about this deal.” You left them there heading to your quarters on the ship, getting in something less for plundering and pillaging. 

Your first mate, Natasha came to talk as you got dressed. “What if they recognise you?” She hissed. 

“They won't, I'm sure of it, I've never heard of the Barnes family, even then, so they shouldn’t know me.” You sighed as you tried tightening your outer corset. Over your shirt and skirt, you sheathe your sword and step out.

“What if they do and take you back?” She asked you. 

  “Then you know where to find me, and take me back as captain.” You replied making sure your hat was on correctly. “You're gonna die of worry if you don’t stop now, it’s never happened and it won’t happen. Now, let's go meet this King and Queen.” With the advisor and prince in hand you with some of your crew made your way to the castle. 

You got in the walls easily because of the man, and then were led to the throne room. “What is going on here?” The king’s voice boomed over the room. 

“Your son trespassed on my waters, with his advisor, I don’t seek war, but I seek some form of repayment.” You replied not bowing or anything. 

“I didn’t believe you're the pirate queen?” The king's brows furrowed. “I thought you were a myth.” 

“I prefer captain of the seven seas, but that's one of them, and, no I'm very real.” You smirked. “However your son doesn't seem to want me to hurt the dear secretary, he offered me himself but killing or just taking him would start that war I told you about.” 

“We won’t let you hurt him nor our secretary.” The Queen said. 

“I need something, in return, so that this doesn't happen again.” You hiss out. 

The king rolled his eyes. “We don’t listen to pirates, you are going to be lucky to keep your head in contact.” 

You pulled out the sword. “I may not want war but I will start it.” You held it at the prince’s throat. “So, give me gold or I'll kill your boy.” 

The king sighed. “Fine, how much do you want?” 

“Fifty thousand gold pieces.” You demand.

The king grumbled and nodded for someone to grab it, once it was all counted for in front of you, a victorious smile broke out on your lips. “If I find out you go onto my sea again without my signed permission, I’ll kill all of you.” You warned. 

“And how will you know?” The king asked. 

You smirked. “I have my ways, I am the captain of the seven seas after all.” 

After that, Bucky had become enamored by you, and that grew the concern of Steve. “You won’t see her again.” 

“I will, if I go back to sea.” Bucky smirked. 

“She’ll kill you and me and your family.” The blond warned. 

Bucky looked at him. “She won’t.” 

During those same weeks Natasha noticed you were off as well, always seeming to day dream. “What the hell are you doing?” She asked as you were off somewhere in your mind. 

“Nothing, why?” You asked. 

She glared at you. “No, you’re off somewhere else when you need to be here.” 

“I am here.” You rolled your eyes. 

She shook her head. “You're thinking of the stupid prince.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’ve got no time for prince’s.” You huff as you ready the ship for the south. 

Word spread soon to you that Prince James had been setting sail everyday, and you weren’t about to let that be, so you made your way back. Surely enough you saw the ship, and him, so you got him back in your grasp. “Do you think I am a lire?” You hissed. 

“I think you're an honest woman, you came back after all.” He shrugged. 

Your brows furrowed. “So you're an idiot, I thought Princes were literate.” 

“I am literate, but I also know that if I got you to come back I would see you again.” He admitted. 

“So you would have your family and yourself killed to see me again?” You asked. 

“I want to go with you, I want to see the world.” He explained. 

You shook your head. “Then see it, I’ll give my permission.” 

“Not on a royal boat, with men who have to go with me, I want to see you on your boat.” 

You scoffed and shook your head again. “Nope, I’m not taking you with me, I’d get killed and then you, goe back home, this is your last chance.” 

You left again, and the man reminded you in your mind you kept watch over the sea around the kingdom incase of the stupid prince decided to go back at sea, one night you left the boat, and went to land. Where James waited, the two of you had been sending letters. “Who are you really captain of the seven seas?” He asked you that night. 

“I can’t tell you that James.” You spoke softly.

He looked down at you as you both laid in the sad looking up at the moon and stars similar to the one all those years ago when you ran. “Why not, you know I don’t want to harm you.” 

“It's more than you hurting me, if I tell you,  if I tell you I don’t know if you’ll tell your parents.” You sighed. 

“They don’t know we’re even here. You could take me tonight and they wouldn’t know who did it.” He cupped your cheek. 

“I’d be the first they’d look into.” You smirked.

He shook his head. “I won’t tell them who you are.” 

You gave in. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n, my official title is princess of Asland, I-”

“Ran away ten years ago.” He finished. “I’ve heard all about you, why did you run?” 

“I didn’t want to be like my mother and her mother and so on, unhappy, not free, I’ve never returned and never will.” You shook your head. 

“What if someone goes to sea there?” He asked. 

“I don’t bother, I have someone else take care of it.” You replied. “I have a plan for everything.” 

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[yorluver]

may i have this dance?

2.7k words

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synopsis: as the next in line for the throne, all you need is a qualified spouse. your father, the king, holds a masquerade, per your request, in search of the fellow to take your hand in marriage; however, your father doesn’t know your qualifications heavily rely on the laws of attraction and affection.

robin buckley x princess!reader (fem reader)

royal!stranger things au : in which all depicted characters are associated to royalty...

a/n : reading chapter one is highly recommended!! i'll work on reqs now:: this was challenging to finish tbh</3

“So, my lady, are you excited for tonight?” The driver peeked up at you through the mirror.

“Mm,” you hummed, thinking, “I’m… not sure.

"I mean, yes I’m about to shoot through the roof right now thinking about tonight. But, what if they don’t like me after they find out I’m the princess? Or I don’t even find anyone!”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry too much, I’m sure you’ll find the one. It took me forty-two years to find the one, yet I’ve never been happier. Take your time, princess.”

You smiled at him, your mind retreating to the scenarios you’ve been floating off to for the entirety of your girlhood.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

You could almost hear the clinking of your heels on the tile of the ballroom. Your body rhythmically swaying like the slender leaves of the willow tree you’ve spent countless summer days under rustling in the brisk spring afternoons. A muffled orchestra coupled with your breathing as you revolved around the ballroom. The music crescendoing you deeper into your dreams. The perfect waltz. A dance you’ve rehearsed countless times. Yet one problem remained; who’d fulfill the role of accompanying you?

The image of your home grounded you back on Earth. Carriages upon carriages strung through the pavement stretching to the main doors of the castle. Many luggaged with an assortment of roses, the scent seeping into your car. The rose aroma filled your lungs as you inched closer and closer and closer to the castle. There was little time for fantasizing about your ball anymore. Your ball is right now.

“Welcome, your maj–…this way please,”

You stifle a chuckle from the miniscule slip up, and smiled back at the guard. You playfully pressed a finger to your lips.

Your hands lowered to your skirt. You gripped the draping, silk fabric up from your legs as you exited the carriage. The grand entrance swallowed you in, and your heart fluttered with every passerby's footstep. You’ve walked through these halls every single day, yet your nerves had your legs stuck tight to the cobblestone pavement.

“Is everything alright?” A masked voice sneaks up behind you, peering from over your shoulder.

Shivers are sent down your spine, you can feel the hairs on your neck prickle up. Their voice felt like a breath of fresh air upon your skin. Cool and revitalizing. You turned to the figure, their gaze locking with yours. The majority of their features are masked, but the slight upturn of their rosy lips are left exposed.

Their hair was sleekly tied back, a few loose blonde strands framing their black mask, bejeweled with bold, blue gems. A black tuxedo hugged their figure. Contrasting their dark attire, their shimmering, blue eyes speak volumes to you; complimenting the sapphire gems running through their mask. Though three words had left their lips, the connection between your eyes spoke a million more.

“Oh! Um, pardon?” you squeaked. You averted their gaze, adjusting the tightness of your mask. Perhaps Vickie had tied it a bit too tight. Perhaps all the blood rushing to your head made you a bit more scatterbrained than usual.

“You were just… frozen, for a lack of better words.”

“Oh, right.”

Your mind began racing, your heart alike; had you been standing there for long? Did you look presentable? All these questions raced through your mind as you shared an awkward giggle between each other.

“Um, shall we?” You gestured to the main hall, looking back up at them.

“Of course, my lady,” they replied, their arm blooming away from their body, out to you.

Hesitantly, your hand connected with theirs. Only thin fabric separated your skin from theirs. A smile creeped on your lips. The night had only begun, yet it seemed like you'd already found a more than suitable candidate.

The recapitulation of a piece hummed in between the two of you. No words were spoken until you had made it to the grand staircase. As you were about to make your entrance down the steps, you tugged on the anonymous figure’s arm. They turned to you, pausing on the first step.

“I haven’t gotten your name,” you spoke quietly, as if the two of you were sharing a secret.

They leaned toward you, tilting their head just past your cheek.

“That’d ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

Their words harmonized with the chords ringing through your ears. The way their breath fanned against your skin, the way they smiled as they pulled away, and the way they were able to get your jitters all ‘jittery’ with a single question sent you off your feet.

“At least let me call you something,” you pleaded. “I need to be able to call out to you somehow, right?”

Though their composure was certainly strong, the evidence of their coolness wavering was compelling.

Their eyes darted away, their whole body turning momentarily. A hand flying to their face in an attempt to hide their reddening cheeks; although their cheeks were completely concealed by their mask.

After clearing their throat, they turned back to you, “R…Romeo? How about that?

“I mean, I won’t go on and, um, die, and I hope you don’t either, but I can be your Romeo tonight!” Their smile warms your heart once again, it was as if they were the main entrance of the castle: the hall that swallowed you up, leaving you motionless.

“Shall we get going, Juliet?” Their question broke you out of your trance, almost parallel to your introduction to each other. Only this time, your relationship with your mystery Romeo had shown you a promising conclusion to your childhood dreams.

A soft giggle left your lips as you joined Romeo on the steps. With each step, your heart fluttered. Your eyes were glued to the floor; the idea of tripping in front of your Romeo haunting you.

All the years of ballroom etiquette was forgotten when you became determined to win over your Romeo. Your focus on successfully making it down the staircase interfered with the pace they had already begun. Your arm stretched out, their hand still intertwined with yours. Their patience with you was almost relieving; each step carefully planned like a waltz. However, you failed to notice their gaze on you, how their gaze watched you with great caution. Romeo's demeanor appeared harsh, but their intention was full of affection.

By the time you made it down to the ballroom floor, all that was left of your composure was the adrenaline of the night. You fretted about your hands; were they sweaty? Could they notice it through your gloves? Were you gripping their hand too tight?

Your anguish was painted clearly on your face. Your eyes darted across the room, watching dancers float across the floor. Many envisioned your ideal night of choosing your partner:

The atmosphere reeked with adoration. Arms cradling your waist, yours draped over their shoulders. Your eyes locked, peering into each other’s passion, learning about the other with every step and every twirl.

You turned to Romeo, who was intently scanning the other attendees as well.

“Would you like to dance?” you proposed. Their head whipped toward you, their eyebrows peeking out from their mask.

You giggled, “I hear the next song is especially lucky for lovers,”

“Oh, really?” They replied, giving you a cheeky smile. “Then, may I have this dance?”

You swear your heart skipped a beat. Your body felt hot. Your heart soaring though you stood stock-still. Your mouth gaped ever-so-slightly at the prompt, eyes wide.

“Oh my goodness,” you murmured, hiding your face from Romeo. “Oh my goodness.”

Your eyes returned to the ballroom floor, the crowd dispersing, you were so close to achieving the dream of waltzing with someone you adore. Within the next song, you could decide if this felt right. This, the connection. This, their affection. This, your judgment.

Your gaze returned to your laced hands as the orchestra prepared for the next song.

Panic scattered across their face, their cheeky response morphing into embarrassment.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, I would really like it if you would dance with me, but you don’t have to. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything… is it me? Does me being a woman, umm, not appeal to you? I’m sorry, I should’ve told you! I…”

Your eyes peeked out from your hands, “You’re a lady?”

Romeo’s cheeks burned again, their eyes closing, “I… I’m sorry, it seems I, um, overstepped.”

Just as Romeo was about to turn away, your hands found its way back to the hem of her sleeve once again.

“I really don’t mind,” you whispered, looking around. “Come with me, I have to be completely honest with you too.”

***

You weaved through the mass of people, bodies bumping into you constantly. The only connector between you and Romeo holding on by your sheer strength of a pinch. Men and women towered over you, blocking your sight from maneuvering through the crowd.

Suddenly, you stumble, breaking through the final ring of people. You found yourself on the main floor. The floor where you had seen elegant bodies circling along to the rhythm of the music not too long before. All eyes turn to you, whispers slung across the crowd. You notice the absence of Romeo, whipping back to where you had burst through.

“Romeo?” you call out, observing each masked face for your Romeo, the image of her sapphire bejeweled mask still fresh in your mind. You felt frozen again, the feeling of unwanted attention felt humiliating. You wanted to run, to get out of this place, to find her. But, the crowd’s eyes held you in place.

It was as if time froze with you. Only the whispers pushed each tick of the seconds. You could feel tears welling in your eyes; the mask was already hindering your sight. The crowd became blurred, drowning in your tears. Your lips stung from the constant pressure of anxiety. Your eyes stung with the belief that your special night was rapidly fading away, that you failed to find ‘the one’ – rather, you weren’t able to keep her.

Rather abruptly, the orchestra blasted a melody. You had believed you were just daydreaming once more. That in desperation to leave, you must’ve drifted away while you sulked. You had believed you were dreaming until someone swept you away, breezing past the people bordering the ballroom floor. You felt your tears dry up from the dance, though you needed no question to know who had made your dreams reality.

It was not the sapphire gems that adorned her mask. It was not the rosy lips that made your heart skip a beat each time it curled up just perfectly.

It was the passion behind her eyes. A cloudless sky that you’ve laid under, letting time pass by. An ocean that roared with indescribable patience. An iris that spoke to you when barely any words had left your lips. It was her eyes that reassured you that your qualifications were just what you were looking for.

“I..” you gasped. You barely knew what was going on. Your feet hurried with theirs, slowly finding rhythm with the music.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

“Do you know how hard it is to get past these men?” Romeo laughed, twirling you around, past confused faces.

You shared a smile, the feeling of humiliation felt away. Lost in time.

Though her skin did not know yours, you still shivered under her grasp.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

Your mind traces back to your daydream, actively living it in the moment. Your heart rate majorly contrasted the tempo of your waltz. The floor was yours. Only the two of you danced the night away while attendees stood still, basking in the passion of the two of you.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

“May I take you away from here, Juliet?” Her voice snuck into your ears, silencing the music.

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.

You stared at her in awe. Your dance did not stop; although, her body begged to drag you away from the circle.

One. Two. Three.

“Yes.”

***

Within a moment, she had you chasing after her through the crowd, heading towards the first door in sight. Gasps trailed the two of you, the stares surely burning holes into the fabric of your dress.

Those grand wooden doors, excellently carved with various animals, creaked loudly against the continuing harmony of the orchestra. The two of you slipped between the slightest slit in the door, leaving the confused crowd behind you.

“God, that must’ve been the most nerve wracking thing I’ve done,” You caught your breath, pressing up against a wall.

Her laugh echoed through the hall, “Do you know where we are?”

She took a spot next to you, peering at you.

You merely looked at her for a second, the silence deafening.

“I think it’s time I come clean as well,” you spoke, untying the ribbon that upheld your mask.

Her mouth gaped as she caught wind of what you confessed, slowly comprehending your features. Your nose, your lips, your eyes; she studied every last subject.

“You’re the princess,”

You hummed in response, your focus stuck on the tile you stood upon.

“So, what does that mean for us?”

Her question immediately broke your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together, finally locking eyes with her.

“I want us,” you started, “to be together. I want you to be my lover… Romeo? Should I still call you that?”

Her smile could barely be contained behind her lips. Her head bowed down the slightest bit as her hands traveled up to work at the blue ribbon. Her mask drooped, exposing her freckled cheeks which had remained red and hot. Piecing together all her features, stunning you again and again.

“Robin,” She finally pulled the mask away from her face, “that’s my name.”

“Robin,” Her name rolled off your tongue like milk and honey. To Robin, it was like you had spoken a spell, entrancing her under your love.

“Robin,” you repeated, “do you mind accompanying me outside?”

“No, I don’t mind at all.”

***

Your footsteps echoed through the halls as you led Robin towards a place you’ve spent your childhood, your teenagehood, and soon your womanhood. A place where your psyche could heal, relax. A place endeared to your memories.

You pushed through a door, the smell of earth crashing upon you. Scents of dew, leftover from the morning, grass, and moist forest. The visibility was low, the cloudy night sky barely illuminating the land around you two.

Robin draped her jacket upon your shoulders, her expression reminiscent of your first encounter.

“We’re almost there,” you smiled, “I should know where to go by memory, but I wanna be sure I can get you there.”

“No worries, princess,” she reassured you, taking the first step onto the grass, holding her hand out to you.

You gladly took her hand. However, you took the lead not too long after that.

The area was not too far from the exit, but did require a small hike. The two of you certainly got to know each other before reaching your destination.

A willow tree stood tall before the two of you. You smiled as you watched Robin’s reaction, it reminded you of moments before, the moment she realized who you are. Perhaps, she wondered what she was to you. But, the presence of awe was certainly present.

“She’s beautiful,” Robin shook her head, walking up to the trunk. “I’m glad I got to accompany you here.”

“Me too,” you agreed, following her up to the tree. “I really like you, Robin.”

“Me too, princess.

“But, how will we work out? I mean, will we be allowed to be together?”

“Of course! Robin, I would amend the constitutions for you, I would renounce my throne for you.”

She immediately shook her head, “No, don’t do that. I mean, I think I’d rather see you prosper, princess, I can’t have you giving up your life on me.”

You pulled your gloves off, repeating the action with Robin’s. Taking her hands in yours, you nodded, looking up at her.

“Fine then, amending it is.”

***

The night was spent with laughter and storytelling. Carving a new memory in the willow tree. A memory that would open a whole new life with your lover.

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The Princess' Lover - a Royalrry fic (might be a bit, I'm super loving where I'm at and where it's going, but it could definitely turn into a series.

1 Margarita Please (Or 4) - a oneshot (Next one up) should be sometime Wednesday.

Something I've Been Waiting For (2nd in my SSIBHSS) NOW LIVE

Fine Line: The Fic (new format song fic) this one has been writing itself recently, but I can only listen to fine line so many times before just balling my eyes out!

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confessions of a princess | charles leclerc

princess of monaco series

Charles had enough of his twitter account being tagged in thousands of tweets about Y/n. He still cared about her, but it hurt knowing that their love was probably going to end soon. He deleted the app and put his phone away. He wasn’t prepared for the upcoming questions that were going to be thrown at him since it was media day for the grid.

“So Charles, I’m sure you’ve heard about the news coming from your home of Monaco. What do you think about the Prince stepping down?”

“Will you have a coronation?”

“Does this mean you can stop the Monaco Grand Prix at any time? I think that’s a huge advantage.”

He didn’t hear the end of it. All he wanted to do was go back to his hotel room and sleep. That was his plan until the second he arrived to his hotel room, he saw Y/n sitting on his bed. She had on an oversized hoodie hat belonged to him and leggings. Her wardrobe made her look like any normal person.

“Does your father know your here?” Charles asked.

Y/n shook her head. “He thinks I’m with a couple friends in Portofino. I just came to talk to you. It’s important.”

Charles mentally prepared himself for Y/n’s next words. A year of secretly dating followed by a year of being in the public eye. He was going to miss it.

“I think we should stay together.”

What?

Was Charles hearing her correctly? Y/n wanted to stay together? He started to think this was a joke.

“You don’t want to break up?” Charles questioned.

“No, do you?”

“No!” He said rather loudly. “Sorry, no, I mean no I don’t want to break up.”

Charles was more confused than ever. “So . . .”

“Charles! I came all the way here because I had a feeling you were going to think I was going to break up with you after you saw the rumors. I love you and I always will, I don’t care about my status or yours. I want to be with you, grow old with you-”

“Y/n-”

Y/n playfully hit Charles’ arm. “Shut up, loser, I’m trying to confess my undying love for you.”

“And I appreciate it, but I want that too so probably save your speech for the wedding.”

Y/n chuckled. “Okay, future Prince Charles.”

“It was funny the first time!”

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Quinn Hughes x Royal!reader

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series introduction / meet y/n

moodboards 2 3

blurbs

Royal Meeting

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Forbidden

M!Anyone x Gn!reader

Summary: Forbidden love is always hard. Try loving a war god. This story is about betrayal and in the end great loss. For both parties

Notes: I have no idea what this is I just really wanted to write. This is a very short classic forbidden love story so it may not be SUPER interesting. Also the other person doesn’t really have any mentions besides being male so take that as you will.

Warnings: they/them reader, destroying hierarchy, being thrown, destruction of houses, mentions of mass death, mentions of bent dead bodies (stranger things style), stabbing details, implied major character death

Forbidden love, a classic right? A stunning angel caught between their parents and a so-called “war god” trying to destroy every last piece of hierarchy.

You are an angel, born first into the all-powerful family in the lands of the Ethereal Realm. A realm like no other and a realm that has remained without a war for multiple millenniums. And soon you rise to take the crown. Just like those before you.

Him, an outcast of another realm turning his back on the realms and seeking to destroy them. Every last one. Not even looking to rule or be king. Just to make sure no one controls anyone. He grows an army. Some through manipulation and most through promise for a new, better world.

Somewhere along the way you both find each other. Knowing where you both stand yet still being curious.

And so you continue seeing each other. Showing the other wonderful things about the other sides. Longing stares, comforting embraces, and somehow somewhere there’s a bit of hope.

It all moves so quickly. Everything almost blurring by. Long dark nights together and early morning walks near the village. Both become enamored with each other. And soon love.

And soon desire.

It is so different to be around the other person. So life-changing to be with someone in this way. He asks you to run away with him. Become his and rain down on the hierarchy for all the wrongdoings they've managed to carry on for far too long. You ask him to change. To become your new king and change the realms in new ways.

You should've known that he would never change. He could never change. The farthest change he's been through has been meeting, accepting, and loving you. How could you ever want something more of him like this?

And so the time comes. Your realm is believed to be next. The sounds in the village are hushed like everyone is desperately trying not to draw attention to themselves. The maids and butlers have become more skittish to loud noises around the castle.

You look out your window like a cheesy teenage drama. You wish you could run away you wish you had the courage or faith to do so. But something holds you back and you don't have the strength to make it let go.

So the next time you see him you beg and plead for him not to do it. You're on your knees in the damn dirt for him. Trying to save your loved ones and yourself. And he doesn't he stares at you with the same stare you saw the very first time you met him.

And as a last resort, you threaten him. You tell him unspeakable acts will happen to him if he continues this and gets caught. The royals always win you tell him.

His heart burns with anger and more betrayal. How did he think you were ever going to be better than the rest of them? You're just the same in your head royal who has no heart for anyone but themselves and how they want to control people.

He throws you to the floor and makes sure you are aware that he will destroy the realms. All of them. He walks away. Looking at you in disgust. He's hurt, you hurt him. Just like the last royal. Still hasn't changed, he still falls for what royals have to say.

You cry helplessly. Wishing and praying for it all to be different. For the allowance to love him, and your family. For the bravery to run away with him and live on for the rest of your days a simple life filled with adventure. It was so close that you could almost feel it, taste it. But stupid you couldn't do it.

Suddenly you hear the bombs. The ground shakes as if trembling the same way you are. You look to your way back home. Seeing only trees but having great knowledge as to what's behind them. You hear the screams as they fade out and fade back in. As if they are running back and forth unable to decide where to go.

The army must have snuck around before attacking. If there were an army of proper guards there was no way the army could invade this quickly. You started panicking unable to move. You need to calm down. You started breathing in a calming way despite the horrified shake of the earth. And slowly but surely to made your way to stand and move towards the action as quick as possible.

So you started to run. Or more sprint. Towards the screams and deafening booms. You may be the only one that can stop this. And if you could hear the bombs from that far that means the war was far too close to the castle.

When you arrive you're heaving. Your throat burns and is restricting your air. Your body feels so heavy on your legs. You almost convince yourself not to go on. To just sit and rest and hope for the best. They can handle it, correct?

Until you see the scene before you. The whole village has become nothing but large pieces of debris and wooden poking out of it. Bodies have been strewn across the floor like they were nothing but rag dolls a small child didn't want to play with. There were puddles of mud and other puddles or more water than mud.

There was nothing in sight that looked like any of this debris could've been a village a little more than an hour ago. Nothing but the castle. Then you realize you spoke too soon.

The castle suddenly rumbles and breaks all over. It's as if you're watching something in slow motion. The cracks spread across the front of it and circle back around to the beginning of itself. Then like shaking legs the castle gives out on itself and tumbles forward.

You cower and cover your face from the debris that could come your way. Despite not being able to see anything the sounds make you sick to your stomach. Your everything, ripped away from you and gone within a few seconds.

You tear your hands away from your face and the sight is ripping you in two.

In some ways, it's strangely beautiful. A dark red planet sat in the middle of a dark cloudy sky. However, the planet looked more like an eclipse. The very top of it shone a light right back to the floor and a large mountain of rubble and debris led up to it like a staircase.

However, in other ways, it was a mountain of the only home you've ever known. A mountain of rocks and most likely dead bodies crushed and bent in the most disgusting and horrifying ways. The planet shining light on the long-gone village and mocking the fact that it was in fact gone.

You stared at it. Mixed feelings surrounding your head and heart. “We did it,” he says, and as you turn he's standing next to you looking at the sight as well. You want to scream at him. You want to cry and show him how much he's hurt you but you can't muster any words or actions. Then it's too late.

His eyebrows furrow in anger and sadness at the same time before he moves all too quickly. He reaches his arm back and grips you by the waist, almost as if he were to kiss you. You think he is and you don't stop him. He pulls closer before you feel the worst physical pain you've ever experienced.

You look down and in the middle of your stomach, you see it. A dagger thrust into you like you were made of butter. You sputter and reach to stop the pain or do anything just so it’d stop. Then he releases you and you fall to the ground with a large thud. Your head blooms in pain at the fall and there's suddenly a harsh ringing in your ears. Your mind is hazy and slow as you watch him approach the staircase of debris that was all that was left of the castle.

He took large steps and looked as if he owned the place. He climbed up to the very top and placed a large red flag in the debris. He then turned and shouted, “This marks the end of all hierarchy!” Cheers erupted from behind you but you couldn't be bothered to look.

You were touching your wound. Your hands were wet but you weren't registering what it was. Everything looked like it was in slow motion. And every movement made your abdomen burn like fire.

He walked toward his previous spot next to you and you made a feeble attempt to crawl towards him. To beg him to help you. You reached towards inching closer and closer. He just stared at you.

Until you were so close to being within arms reach and he reached his own hand to touch you. But your vision blurred more and more by the second and dark spots danced around as the sky for darker and darker. That's weird, right? How is the sky getting darker? Why is everything else getting darker too? Oh...why is everything completely black now?

Your body had given up. And you were sprawled out on the dirt floor just like every other body around. He let his hand fall back to his side. He stared at your gorgeous face. Although covered and dirt and a bit of blood from the fall. How he wishes things could be different. Then he gets an idea.

Maybe you will be coming home with him afterall.

Extra notes: I’m kinda considering making this like a sequel or smth? Y’know with the cliffhanger it ended on anyways.

Also let me know if there any non-gender neutral stuff in here! I’m not used to writing for GN so it’d really help out! So yea thanks for reading :))

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Picnic Breaks

Title: Picnic Breaks Fandom: The Losers Pairing: Bodyguard!Jake Jensen/Royal!Reader Rating: PG-13 Warnings: brief mention of assassination Words: 2,240 Summary: Your bodyguard, Jensen, thinks you’ve been spending too much time preparing for your coronation and need a break. What starts out as an innocent picnic quickly turns into something else.

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Not Beta Read, so all mistakes are mine. Happy Birthday, Birdie!!! @buckysbirdie I know it's not actually late, but I feel like it's super late. But here's my second fic for your birthday bash!! Yet again, it didn't turn out quite the way I intended, it was meant to be MUCH spicier, but Jensen's just such a sweetheart.

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“Princess?”

You sigh but look up from your work when your bodyguard, Jensen, walks in. “Yes?” You ask as calmly as you can, as you are not in the mood to deal with his shenanigans today. Your coronation was in less than two months, and you had so much work to do until then, you really did not need any distractions. 

Jensen stands in your doorway, watching you carefully for a few moments before he speaks. “You need to take a break.”

His voice is demanding, as if he was speaking to the soldiers under him, not his soon-to-be queen.

“I think I misheard you,” you give him a chance to change his tone.

However, Jensen, being Jensen, doesn’t take it. “No, you heard me right. You need to take a break. Come on, I have a picnic all ready for you out in the rose garden.”

“I have five weeks to prepare for taking the throne and -”

“You’ve had your whole life preparing to take the throne, Princess. You can’t control the world. But you can control yourself. So come on,” he’s holding out his hand for you to take, which is highly inappropriate for a bodyguard to do, however Jensen has been your best friend since you were two, so he’s allowed to get away with it. Most days.

“You can’t give me orders, I’m your princess, soon to be your queen.”

Your voice is sharp, though you feel your resolve sliping the more time he takes away from your work. He has always watched out for you, even during his military service. He would call you every time he could and send you care packages and letters reminding you to not let your work overtake you. You had thought it was absurd. He would be training all over the world, doing undercover ops and secret missions that even you weren’t pervy to, yet he still found the time and money to send your favorite snacks, or a stuffed animal, or a new book he thought you might enjoy. Once he even sent you a stuffed animal big enough to be your new bed.

As princess, you had never wanted for anything so you always lectured him on how he never needed to spend his money to send you anything. You just needed to know he was safe and healthy. But he never listened to you.

Today was no exception. He was on a mission to make sure you took a break and enjoyed your day rather than locking yourself away in your office going over papers, documents, decrees, and laws that you had already memorized over the years as you prepared to take the throne.

“I can give you orders if they are for your protection,” Jensen smirks, knowing you hate being reminded that you need protection to begin with. “And taking a break from work is protecting you from overworking and not taking care of yourself. So get up and follow me.”

You wouldn’t normally listen to that kind of logic - his job was to protect you from immediate physical threat to your person. Which you still insisted was not necessary as your country had been at peace for nearly 100 years now, and its people were prospering. But you were reminded every day how dangerous it is to be in the public eye. Just the other week a former political leader had been assassinated.

Today, however, you can feel your brain melting as you continue to stare at the documents, so you sigh as you push away from your desk and take Jensen’s hand.

“You’re lucky I was about to take a break, anyway,” you grumble under your breath, not very lady like and certainly not very Queenly, but it’s Jensen, so you don’t care. 

He just gives you a sly smile and a nod, knowing you are lying through your teeth but willing to concede as you did agree to take a break with him. So he leads you out of your office and down to the private garden just outside of your bedroom. It’s surrounded by high walls, with only one entrance to your own bedroom, and no windows. It was just large enough for a couple of young oak trees and your favorite flowers.

Under one of the oak trees was a blanket with a picnic basket on it. It was the cheesiest thing you’ve seen in a while, and you let out a small laugh as Jensen runs over to the blanket.

“You really did set out a picnic,” you smile at Jensen.

You watch as he pulls out two glasses, a bottle of wine, and finger sandwiches, setting them out on the blanket proudly. “I don’t joke about picnics, Princess.”

“I see that,” you smile and sit down next to him. “I hope you brought some blackberries.”

Jensen almost looks offended. “Who do you think you’re talking to!?” He cried, grabbing his chest dramatically. “Of course I brought blackberries. They just came into season and I know they’re your favorite.”

“Look at you, Mr. Horticulture,” you shove his shoulder gently, “when did you start learning what fruits are in season?”

“As a spy I had to learn a lot of things,” Jensen hands you the container of blackberries. “Including random horticulture knowledge that I thought I’d never need again.”

Popping a piece of the fruit into your mouth, you lean back on the blanket, listening to the birds sing.

“It’s been so long since I’ve just sat out here,” you muse, closing your eyes. “Remember when we used to sit out here pointing out shapes in the clouds?”

“Those were simpler times,” Jensen nods, pouring you a glass of wine and setting it down beside you. “We were, what? Five or six?”

You nod, humming to yourself as you let your memories wonder. “I had such a big crush on you.”

The sudden nonchalant confession has Jenson sputtering, the sip of wine he just took gets spit out, covering the blanket. “Wh-what!?”

You giggle as you open your eyes, seeing Jensen flustered, flushed, and wide eyed. “I always had such a big crush on you. Come on, surely you knew that! I wasn’t exactly subtle when we were younger!”

Jensen shakes his head quickly, surprise genuine on his face. “No! I had no clue! I thought you were just being nice!”

You sit up on the blanket and tilt your head, amused. “Seriously? I was just being nice when I tried to use a pickup line on you? What was it I said…?” Your brows furrow together as you think. “Oh yeah! ‘Can you hold my hand? I wanna tell my friends that I’ve been touched by an angel’. I had spent all night looking up pick up lines to use, and that was the only one that I understood!” You giggle, covering your mouth, completely embarrassed again.

Jensen, for his part, blushes deeper. “No! I thought you were teasing me! All the girls in my class would tease me because I would blush whenever someone showed me any kind of attention.”

You giggle again, shaking your head as you can’t believe it. “You’re lying!” You accuse playfully. 

“I’m serious! I never thought you could like me like that! I was a soldier’s son,nothing special.

You hum, smiling at him, “Nothing special?” Your voice is teasing as you poke at Jensen in the side. “My god you are dense.”

“No!” Jensen cries, offended. “I’m not!”

You nod, giggling. “You are! Like - if you looked up a photo of an early Neanderthal, I swear you’ll see your picture!”

You shriek in giggles as Jensen reaches over and starts tickling you incessantly. “Take that back!” he cries, though he’s smiling. “Take it back or I’ll tickle you to death!”

You giggle as you squirm, trying to get away from him, but it only manages to land you on your back and Jensen pressed up against your front, still tickling your sides.

“Jensen!” Your voice is breathless as you try to continue wiggling out from under his attack. “Stop!” You giggle louder, managing to get your legs free and wrapped around Jensen’s hips to try and flip you both, but you’re too out of breath and distracted to successfully flip him.

Instead, you accidentally thrust up into his hips. You both freeze in place as you realize the position you are both in, and that Jensen is very much enjoying it. Your eyes dart up to his blue ones, wide with shock and curiosity. You’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss Jensen.

And now seems like the perfect time to find out. You lean up and press your lips against his, gently at first, unsure if Jensen even feels the same way about you. For all you know, the tent in his pants and the hard length against your inner thigh could just be a normal reaction to being this close to anyone.

But you are pleasantly surprised when after a moment of hesitation, Jensen kisses you back. His right hand moves to cup your face as his left holds him above you.

You sigh into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You nip at his bottom lip before sucking it gently and releasing it to change angles. Meeting his lips again, he immediately slides his tongue across your top lip, tracing it with the tip of his tongue before slipping between your now parted lips. You thread your fingers through his short hair, attempting to pull him closer as you glide your tongue across his teeth.

He doesn’t budge, refusing to crush you with his body weight, though you crave the contact, the warmth. “Jensen, please,” you breath against his lips, tugging him again. “I’ve waited for this for so long..”

Wrong thing to say.

Jensen pulls back away from you, looking down at you in semi-horror. “Princess - oh my god, I’m so sorry!” he rushes out as he attempts to pull away from you completely, but you’re stubborn. You tighten your legs around his hips and grab his shoulders to stop him.

“Don’t - I want this, Jensen, please. I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to know what I even wanted.” You beg him, staring up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“This is wrong. This is so wrong,” you roll your eyes at his cliche line. Leave it to Jensen to actually say that. “Princess, we can’t do this. You can’t do this.”

“I can do what I want. And what I want is you, Jake. Do you want me?” You raise an eyebrow in question, daring him to say no.

“I’m your guard, Princess.” he says softly. “And you’re about to be crowned Queen. We can’t - You’re going to marry someone one day, and -”

“Jensen, I haven’t taken any suitors because I’ve been waiting for you to open your damn eyes.”

His eyes widen comically at that as he continues to stare at you.

“Did you never wonder why no one ever agreed to court you?” You ask, realizing that Jensen really was as dense as he seemed.

“N-no… I just assumed -”

You shake her head and use his distraction to your advantage, flipping you both over so you’re straddling his hips, staring down at him now. “Never assume, Jensen. I know my father taught you that.”

“Shouldn’t you marry someone royal?”

“Show me in that stack of papers on my desk where the law states I have to have someone of royal blood be my king. I dare you. I’ve had those laws memorized since I was 14. A queen is free to choose who she will marry. And our kingdom has been at peace for a century, there’s no need for a royal contract with another nation. I’ve wanted you, and I know you’ve wanted me. So please, Jensen…”

He is still staring at you with comically large eyes, only instead of confusion and concern, those blue eyes are filled with awe and wonder. 

“I’ve loved you since I first met you, Princess.” He says quietly. “But if you want this… Then we’re going to do this the right way.”

“And what is the ‘right way’, Jensen?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You are going to let me court you and I have to step down from being your guard.”

Your face falls as you realize this means he won’t take you right here and now in the garden, under the blue sky with the birds singing above you.

“I want to treat you right,” his soft voice breaks through your thoughts. “And you deserve more for our first time than a quickie in the garden.”

You can’t argue with that logic, but you still feel disappointed knowing that you were so close to finally getting what you’ve dreamt of for years, only to have it paused because Jensen is too good of a man to do that to you.

“Alright,” you agree. “But you know, my bedroom is right there,” you tilt your head towards your bedroom door.

Jensen laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down into a hug. “I am going to wine, dine, and romance you before I take you to bed. And no - this picnic doesn’t count.” he smiles brightly at you. “God I love you,”

You giggle again, kissing him softly. “I love you too, you big goof.”

~*~ Fin ~*~

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